Reflections and Transitions

How long has it been my friends? Far too long I think. This semester has admittedly provided me with many challenges that I believe I overcame successfully with a couple trips and scrapes a long the way. Describing how this semester went is sometimes difficult. When people as me the very rhetorical question that doesn't actually demand an in-depth analysis, I answer that it was fine. I might have even enjoyed it.
But during those moments at 6 o'clock in the morning when I was hyped on caffeine, I would reflect truly on the events that occurred in the fall semester of my junior year and I have to say... I am sure glad to be leaving that bitch. In fact, it was abusive and difficult to the point of being humorous far too frequently.
So although I might think vaguely of this fall semester in a positive light, I am glad that it is over and I have escaped from its grasps. In fact, I have run so far from its grasps that I have found myself in Europe! What better way to follow the worst semester in the world than with a semester abroad?
So this is my transitional post. The fashion world and my interest in it has not provided me with the best experiences this semester. In fact, I'm pretty sick of writing about clothing and outfits. Writing for both College Fashionista and the Maroon News this semester was too much at once, and turned my blogging habit into a chore that I merely dreaded.
This chore turned into full on torture after a certain point in this semester that I'd prefer not to dwell on any longer. If you know, you know; if not, too bad for you. But even beyond this incident, I have to admit that no one gives a rat's ass about my little outfits or my poorly informed fashion commentary. No one reads any of this anyway, and if they do...well, how positively is fashion ever received? Frequently regarded as superficial and generally lacking in any real significance in our world, I have gotten annoyed with how easily people disregard the industry (although admittedly, it has many faults but they always point to it being useless, which is not an argument I accept).
So I am done, at least for now with my fashion blog. I am done forcing myself to take awkward pictures of myself or others as I nitpick on how fat or ugly I may look in that pose or with that expression. Fashion blogging is for some--most successfully those who are rather pretty and skinny and rich and have extremely expensive cameras--but at this moment, 'tis not me.
Therefore, this blog is going to transform into something else. I guess at this moment, more a travel blog, since I'll be studying abroad this semester. Now this isn't to say I've completely given up on the clothing element. After all, I will be in France, so shopping has already become one of my main activities. So I will share the new pieces I buy with you and I might even take some random street style photos for the heck of it. But I think this will just be therapy. I don't want my blog to be a chore anymore. I don't want it to force me to be something I'm not or pretend like I'm better than I am. This blog is for me, for my thoughts, my experiences, and if you feel like joining and reading this than welcome.

Hi. My name is Rachel. Welcome to my head.