"no. 1 rule: always photograph head coach"

You wanna know what's weird? Standing on the sidelines of a football practice field wearing a band tee, a thrifted (and below-knee length) vividly patterned skirt and deteriorating Keds is weird. Feeling like an "artsy outcast" and staring at sweaty, muscular men is weird. Listening to Butch Jones shout in a secret language which is projected across the field is weird. It's all very, very weird, but I loved it.

So, here's evidence that I one) have no idea what I'm doing and two) forgot a fundamental practice. My lovely pal Dargan rolled his eyes in disbelief when I smiled and said "Oh, uh, no. I did not take a picture of Butch." Let's hope that I get better. xoxo//hc

wwiw?

Today was the first day of my last year of school *woooo* It's been 20 days since I came home/moved back to Knoxville, and I'm starting to miss Europe more and more. Here are some, some of you can put two and two together and guess the country, but the challenge is the city. xoxo//hc

selfie sunday

 I yawned mid-selfie, which seemed too appropriate to retake. Also, my yawns look aggressive..?

So, it's not even Sunday anymore. Does that give you an inkling of the day/week I've had? Time slipped away, and at 11:55, I realized this post had yet to be written. Here it is now, hopefully you pardon the tardiness.

The five:

1. Information overload, encouraging words, excited peers.

2. This cozy box-shaped room that's now home. 

3. Friday nights with friends - new and old.

4. Compliments on craftiness.

5. Vocabulary and conversational speed returning.

These two open-faced sandwiches were eaten in Budapest. A little shop stood next to the hostel and sold a wide variety of the petite bites. I definitely stopped by for multiple breakfasts after devouring these two delicious things my first morning. On the left is what the lady explained simply as "aubergine." As a fan of eggplant, I went with it. The other one was an obvious choice: smoked salmon with dill. They both tasted fresh and thoughtfully put together with balanced, bold flavors. 

And the song of the week is one of alt-j's new tunes. There's no backstory. It's just groovy as hell:

xoxo//hc

selfie sunday

So, I've been back in America for about 80 hours now, and it feels real weird. My brain's a bit dead, so I'm going to launch right into this week's bits. Oh! and I had an idea: to add a food snapshot to these posts. Maybe this doesn't make sense outside of my brain, but I was thinking if I have a selfie, a list, a food and a song, that makes "s.l.f.s." which basically translates to "selfie s(unday)." ...right? Let's go with it. 

A bird's eye view of my lap during the fire ceremony at Camp Rocky Top.

This week I'm glad I've got:

1. My family and Mexican restaurants. 

2. Friends to hug me and text me and to help me pack my car and repot a cactus. 

3. Rezlife, RA training and the smell of Massey.

4. Kickass coworkers. 

5. The opportunity to drive a car with the windows down and the music blasting. 

The last fries I ate in Utrecht on my final European evening. 

The uplifting/optimistic vibe of the end of this song coincided perfectly with the arrival of my plane in Nashville. I'm glad it was the last tune of my travels.

xoxo//hc