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This Thursday, I had the absolute best time at the Pierce the Veil concert at Danforth Music Hall in Toronto’s east end. The band’s Collide With The Sky (2012) album is by far one of my favourite records of all time; it’s one of those albums that emerge in your life during the exact time that you need its music the most. As a side story, I actually came across them on Tumblr (which I used to use far diligently in my more angst-ridden teenage years), in the form of a photo that read, “And I will soon forget the colour of your eyes, and you’ll forget mine.” These were words that spoke volumes to me and resonated with a then eighteen-year-old Emily who was extremely inexperienced in life and felt like any unrequited crush was a tragic tale of love and loss. Read More
The ParisPass was well worth the money spent, especially because it included the price of transportation in Zones 1, 2, and 3. I was able to make use of it throughout my seven day trip (I bought the six day pass, spending the last day simply roaming around the city and taking in all the sights and foods). Unfortunately, the pass does not include the Eiffel Tower or the Catacombs, both of which are Parisian tourism staples, which was a disappointment. Though it would have been nice for those to be on the pass, it was still certainly worth the purchase due to the inclusion of over sixty other attractions.
Lately, I’ve been trying to keep myself level-headed about quite a few things, but someone — more often than not — end up getting myself in a panic over it all for nothing. I say “for nothing” only because everything has a way of ultimately working itself out, whether you see that as unfolding immediately after the thing has resolved itself, or even years down the road when something better comes along as the result of that once-perceived ‘missed opportunity’. That being said, even though I know that eventually things will work out, every once in a while I still find a way to get myself worked up over some things. Currently, to name a few, this includes grad school admissions; saving money; wanting to move out on my own; losing weight; and of course, my romantic life (or lack thereof).
For those of you who have been following my writing (outside of Emulating Emily) for a while, you’ll know that I wrote for two U.K. blogs, one of which I wrote articles on drinks recipes. These posts went through the lovely Amy Poole, a writer herself living in Manchester, who helped me master these posts both through her advice and by example of her own writing. In fact, if you want to read her personal blog, you can do so by clicking here.
That being said, what better time to share some delicious winter-inspired cocktail recipes with you all than right now, in the middle of a frigid Canadian winter?
In a follow-up of my the Valentine’s Day plans that I posted a while back, I can now tell you how great the restaurant we chose was! We found ourselves celebrating “Galentine’s” (a combination of gals + Valentine’s, in case you were wondering) at Earl’s on King. This night consisted of exchanging V-Day gifts, drinking wine, eating, and talking for hours. One of the gifts exchanged were chokers, courtesy of the lovely Émeraude, which we’re wearing in the photo above (a joke that came from this picture being hilariously dropped into our group chat).
Part Two of my February Poetry Weekend: Sunday Edition. Unlike yesterday’s post, this poetry is relatively current and again, typed up on my new typewriter. You can’t help but feel compelled to write when you’ve got a beautiful vintage-style typewriter on your desk.
A compilation of poems I wrote in the spring and summer of 2015, and recently retyped on my new typewriter. Looking back on these poems now, nearly two years later, I can’t help but feel so grateful at how far I have come and how much I grew from the experiences that I wrote about below. The event itself (and the writing that consequently poured out of me) is something that ensued a metamorphosis.
Prague is a breathtakingly old city that, when viewed aerially, appears to be an intricate labyrinth of bright red-orange roofs. I was first immersed in its incitement of utter awe at the age of seventeen during my first trip to Europe. The perfectly preserved antiquity of it leaves you feeling as if you’ve been transported back hundreds of years in an idyllic medieval town.