September 12 and My Trip to the World Trade Center Memorial

I’ve been thinking long and hard about what to write today. It’s not that I have lack of anything to write, but the words I would like to say just aren’t coming to me. As most of you remember, September 11, 2001 was an absolute tragedy for Americans across the nation, particularly for those in New York City, near the Pentagon, and in the small Pennsylvania town that saw a plane crash in a field. Hours of video footage shows the same thing- death, despair, destruction, and loss. Looking up at those burning buildings and knowing there isn’t a thing anyone can do to stop the inevitable is heart wrenching.

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This is a photo from a 9/11 memorial that my friend and I hosted and planned at the local veteran’s home. It made Washington D.C. news. Each flag represents a person who died. We had 2,997 flags placed in the ground.

Fast forward to September 12. There’s still dust in the air, fires still burning, bodies still beneath the ruble. But something has changed in the atmosphere. America is alive with passion and pride. New York wakes up with determination and strength. Rescue workers and volunteers gather at Ground Zero to begin recovery. Former President Bush delivers a speech using only a bull horn. For once we aren’t political party members, we are people united by our national pride. Looking to the sky saying our prayers and looking to our flag pledging our allegiance. Slowly, we begin the long process of healing and rebuilding. That day sets a precedent for the next few years.

I look back on that day every year and it brings tears to my eyes. It’s like the D-Day of our generation. A tragedy we won’t forget. The crazy thing is our children don’t and won’t remember. It’s just a day in history for them. With my own kids, I’m not going to let them forget because when we forget we become vulnerable.

A few years ago I was able to visit the World Trade Center memorial site. What an absolutely humbling experience to walk on such hallowed ground. You don’t realize how big these buildings were until you see the basement-turned-memorial for each tower. More importantly, you don’t understand the loss of life until you see every name etched into the stone surrounding the memorial. My only complaint about the site was that the American flag wasn’t bigger.

After visiting this beautiful site and reliving every moment of that day, I can honestly say there’s no other place I’d rather call home than here in my America. And this pride electrifies me every time I walk on such hallowed ground.

Before I close, I have to ask: Where were you September 11? Comment below.

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Sunset in the Country

I went on a walk with my mom on a near by country road here in Maryland the other day. The sun was starting to set and the temperature was close to perfect. I love days like this. The horses in the fields apparently did too. They were running and whinnying when we walked by them.

As much as I enjoy the city and urban areas I really do appreciate the country also. Not much noise and room to spread out. I don’t like being able to see into my neighbor’s bathroom window. Living in Washington, D.C. in the past has shown me how wonderful privacy can be. There’s nothing more annoying than taking a shower and having a window that peers into the home next to yours and feeling like you have to hide in order to avoid anyone who might also be showering across the way. On the up side though, it can be entertaining to see what they’re up to if you happen to be nosy!

Anyway, here’s a few photos from our beautiful walk. I can’t wait to post images of the leaves when they start to change color. The whole forest looks like it’s on fire!

Travel Edition: Niagra Falls!

I took a trip to Niagra Falls last Autumn. It was my first time at this beautiful place. The falls were incredible to see. I’ve never heard such a powerful noise aside from a military jet taking off. Walking around the park was absolutely gorgeous with the leaves starting to turn and the abundant sunshine. A lot of wildlife was present as well. I remember my grandma telling me about a trip she took there years ago with my grandpa. Speaking of my grandpa, his birthday was two days ago. He would have been 102! I’m glad I could visit this place in his memory. 

Towards the end of the afternoon, I ended up crossing the bridge from America to Canada just to say I had been across the border up there. Walking over I had a lovely view of the falls and the river. Upon entering, I went into a Canadian gift shop to get a post card and maple syrup. After about 30 minutes, I headed back to the border and waited in line to get back in my country. They found it odd that I went to Canada for such a short time. The lady reviewing my passport was not happy to let me in but seeing as how I was qualified she had no choice. Being back in your own country, even if you were only gone for a short time, is always a blessing.

Enjoy the photos!

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The Air of Somewhere New: A Photo Diary

Today we have Mikayla, from the blog The Taste Tracker, guest posting and sharing her photos from a trip she took to Rockport, Massachusetts! Read on to hear about her adventure and don’t forget to check out her blog!

-Liz

Last weekend, my fam and I packed up our things and quickly scurried up North to the perfectly quaint, beautiful, and scenic Rockport, Massachusetts. Don’t think you know where Rockport is? Don’t worry, you do. Remember the town that Ryan Reynolds brings Sandra Bullock to in The Proposal (cause I know you all have seen it)? Guess what: that’s not “Alaska.” That’s Rockport, Mass.

The 3 days that we spent there were perfect. Wandering around a seaside village in great weather and with great people simply cannot be beat. Rockport was never still. From the people ducking in and out of the little boutiques and bakeries that lined Bearskin Neck, to the faint ocean breeze that was always drifting in the air, a warmed-up version of your laid-back beach look was necessary.

To me, linen pants on the beach are so fashion-forward. On this trip, my sister and I had the best of both worlds–she had a crisp, beige pair of linen pants, while I sported a pair of Aztec-patterened linen pants. As I said before, it was a little breezy, so my oh-so-versatile chambray button-up was a complete life/outfit saver. And of course, my clean-cut, leather pair of Birkenstock-esque sandals topped this nautical look off. Whops, can’t forget my circle lenses that I am completely, totally, and utterly OBSESSED with at the moment.

Enough fashion jibber-jabber. I hope you all enjoy this little peek into my weekend spent in this quaint, little sea-faring village. I want to share this with you all because appreciate is better when shared.

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After checking out this post, I hope it inspired you all to get out of your house/apartment, take a trip up the road and EXPLORE. Taste the taste and smell the smell of somewhere new.

-Mikayla

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Fourth of July Fashion!

Hello everyone! In true Fourth of July fashion I’m sporting the red, white, and blue! This is one of my favorite holidays as my family came here from Ireland, Scotland, and several other European countries in search of freedom and opportunity. That was 100 years ago. Now, I enjoy the benefits of being a pure bred American girl!

Fourth_of_july_outfitAnyway, my outfit consists of a lacey red top from Banana Republic (on sale!) White 3 inch inseam shorts from JCrew (also on sale!) My sandals are from Rampage and I found them at Burlington Coat Factory for $10.

My necklace is from Forever 21 and the anchor earrings are from Aldo.Essie_nails The nail polish is Essie in “Secret Lining” and my sunnies are from Ann Taylor.

Comment below with your outfit of the day! Happy 4th of July! God Bless my beautiful America!

~Liz