Chronicles of a Mixed Chick

As we approach another end of another year, everyone whips out a piece of paper and writes down their "wish" for in the next year. Let's try something different shall we? A particular question has recently popped up quite a few times, and it really got me thinking... "If you could tell your 18 year old self anything, what would it be?" Well, that depends... on a lot. What exactly would I be telling them... mysef? Living life? What my twenties looked like? What love looks like? How life often plays what we adults like to call a "cruel joke" but not too worry TOO much, as the punchline always reveals some type of lesson? This has been the year of lessons...  in Love. Trust. Growth. Not many people knew I was in a relationship for the entire year. I didn't even know I was in one, really. I took a different approach to this than with any other previous relationships (Not that I had a lot of experience with being in one, but since it had

In no way do I think everyone who has more than one nationality feels the same way I do. This is just an opinion based on my own experiences. Many people grow up in variety of environments with just as many cultural traditions. When you have more than one, growing up can be a little tricky... for some. WARNING! WARNING! I've got to warn you... This entry might seem all over the place, as one thought might not have anything to do with the other. I ask that you bear with me and understand that the scattered structure of this post is reflective of my thought process on this topic. If you hang in there, I promise my point will make some kind of sense when I'm done. For those that don't really know me,... Hi! My name is Katrina. I'm from the (wicked awesome) city of Boston & whenever I fill out forms that ask me what my nationality is, I always check "other". Why? Well, once upon a time the forms used to say "Check Only One"... well t

Every day of my life (or at least for as long as I could talk), I'm constantly asked to repeat what I just said because my Boston accent is so thick that if you're not from here, chances are you have NO clue what I just said. Promise, I said Cah Keys, not Khakis! Being from Boston, it's more than just "an accent" <--I really should get a shirt that says that. It really is a way of life. So many aspects of life are so different here in this little section of the country, I felt it was necessary to write a blog post about this city, especially since once upon a time, I really disliked being here. But as I've grown, I've gained a new appreciation for my home town... of course it took me moving to Miami to really appreciate life here... BUT for those of you who have never been here and are thinking about visiting one day, here's what you need to know.   They're not milkshakes; they're Frappes. If it is carbonated AND flavored,