It’s Wet Outside

I started calling myself a blogger in the early days of Victim To Charm. “If I’m blogging, I’m a blogger,” I told myself, “There’s no minimum number of posts or followers before I can call myself that.” Certainly, this little site was occupying enough of my headspace and my identity to assume the title. But it’s…

Not Just Ramen

Confession: I’ve never eaten ramen at college. Blasphemy, right? Ramen is practically made for midnight snacks and alternatives to dining hall food, but it’s always been a homey comfort food for me. When I was little, ramen was reserved for Saturday mornings. We’d wake up and eat our ramen (always adding peas, chicken, or egg so…

Of Sprinting and Starving: How I Got Home

This is a PSA. I’m home. I’m alive.  I’m not sleeping in the Detroit airport. Yesterday I got out of work and immediately called a cab to pick me up at my dorm. I got in, mentioned I was going home to Oregon, and the driver excitedly started asking me a TON of questions about the…