In Malibu

The skies were not so blue the day I visited Malibu.

I giggle whenever I reminisce on my Malibu adventure. A newbie traveller, completely unaware that Malibu is its own city. Wait Malibu isn’t a beach along the LA coast? My mind was blown learning the ever so basic Greater Los Angeles area geography.

I was staying at a Santa Monica hotel and Malibu was a bucket-list destination for me. I assumed putting “Malibu” into my GPS would be a suffice method to get to the beach. I later found out there are multiple beaches in the city of Malibu. Yikes!

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Pre-Malibu picture. I’m devouring a Nutella cannoli from Carlo’s bakery. Damn, that pastry was so freakin’ delicious.

Malibu Pier

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After a 30 minute Uber ride (I literally thought Malibu was a 5 minute drive away), I found myself at the Malibu Pier. I wish I filmed my reaction. The whole pier, and I mean the WHOLE pier was filled with fog.

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Thinking this smog would eventually clear out, I decided to fill my bikini body with some Mexican food – A new obsession I developed while in California. Finding the nearest restaurant – it was literally across the street – I ordered my favourite Mexican dish… Quesadillas!

Feeling stuffer than ever and not giving a damn, I was ready to hit a nearby beach for some sunlight, sand, and to consume those Malibu vibes. Having little knowledge about the Malibu beaches, I basically played Russian roulette with a list of beaches. The winner, El Matador beach.

El Matador

The fog did not clear up. In fact, I’m pretty sure it got worse. I knew I would despise myself if I didn’t at least glance at the beach. So, I gained the confidence (even with my super full stomach) to rip off my outfit and strut down the beach in my cheetah print bikini. Body positivity, no matter what shape, size, colour or ability is everything to me. I wanted to capture a few pictures of myself near the rock formations. They were absolutely breathtaking.


To reflect on my Malibu experience, yes the fog absolutely sucked. But, I wasn’t going to let something so insufficient to ruin my day. The skies weren’t blue, but the views were still as extraordinary as I anticipated. To be given the opportunity to travel to such a naturally beautiful destination was rewarding on its own. Fog, or no fog, I am grateful to have consumed such beauty in Malibu.

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2017 End Of The Year Goals

Most people wait until the new year to set their resolutions. I want to end my 2017 on a positive note. 2017 started off unstable for me. Suffering from cattiness, bullying, anxiety, and depression the first few months, it appeared like this year was going to be quite the rollercoaster. In August, I moved to California. This was a decision that completely changed my life (for the better).

I am the type of person that dwells on the past. When something doesn’t go my way, I reflect and contemplate why that happened. When I fail to accomplish my already unattainable goals, I get saddened. My perspectives on goals have changed recently. Before I begin listing what I expect to accomplish in 2018, here were my senior year goals:

  1. Get a 4.0 GPA both semesters of school
  2. Befriend all my professors – Ask for extra help and recommendation letters
  3. Earn $10,000 in profit through work, other freelancing opportunities, selling pre-loved things to new & welcoming homes, and blogging (a girl can still dream)
  4. Volunteer once a month. It doesn’t matter where, when, or what charity
  5. Buy a sewing machine then learn how to use it

As you can see, only 2/5 of my goals were achieved. And that’s okay! Earning $10,000 in a couple months without having a steady, full-time job is nearly impossible to do. Volunteering while travelling, in cities I’m visiting without proper transportation is difficult. And how did I expect to lug back a sewing machine from California to Toronto?

My senior year wasn’t a complete flop though. On top of befriending all my professors and getting a 4.0 GPA (So happy about this), I progressed in areas of my life I didn’t even realize needed attention.

 My fitness journey & body appreciation

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It took me 21 years to realize the importance of body acceptance and self-love. For once I am FULLY satisfied and appreciative of my petite, 5’2″ stature. Going to the gym regularly has made me realize that strength (both internal and external) is not defined by an individual’s frame. I feel stronger and healthier than ever before and no person, bigger or taller than me, will ever belittle my self-love again.

Now, onto my end of the year and new year goals

2018 All About Me

Sounds a little conceded, I know. But, the second half of 2017 was rewarding because I was centred on my self and my self worth. For once, I lived my life focusing merely on me. I want to continue this in 2018.

  1. That workout grind continues.
    • Instead of achieving a specific body type, I workout to gain mental strength and stability. It helps me clear my mind. If I gain physical strength as well, that is a bonus!
  2. Work, Work, Work
    • As you have probably assumed, California has drained my bank account (I have no regrets though). Since my course load next semester is extremely light, I plan to find a job, or two, or three.
  3. Take a trip
    • A lot of my happiness this year stemmed from travelling. I made a whole blog section on it. I have the travel bug.
  4. Apply to Graduate School
    • I’m taking a year off before I begin my masters. 2018 is the year to apply to my dream schools.
  5. Start a creative initiative
    • Super general, but I want to keep this a secret. I already have an idea of what I would like to do. I think a leadership role producing some creative content will be rewarding for me.

San Diego: La Jolla

Just a random thought before I start this post. I wonder if every blogger starts blogging because they enjoy writing, need a platform to vent, or have an interest in their niche of choice. Or, do some bloggers go into it already with the intention of making profit? 

Just a thought. 

Welcome to Part 2 of my mini San Diego series. If you tuned into last week’s post, you will remember my personal reflections and appreciations of Coronado. This week, we fly to the breathtaking La Jolla (seriously get ready to be lost for words). Since my last San Diego post focused heavily on my experiences and reactions to the city, this post will be mainly photo driven.

This journey starts off in the Ocean Beach neighbourhood. Let us all just take in those bright blue skies. Vivid and bold colours tend to brighten my mood.

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La Jolla

After spending a few hours in the Ocean Beach neighbourhood – eating ice cream, taking photos, and window shopping – We started our route to the legendary La Jolla. Every Uber driver, San Diego local, and California lover has spoken highly of La Jolla. My crappy iPhone 7 photos do not do this place justice. At this point in the day, it was dark, chilly and gloomy outside. I was too cold to pull out my DSLR. Still though, take in those views.

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OMNIA Nightclub

I am 21 years old and I like to have fun. Even though I was completely satisfied with my busy exploration day, the night was still young. I’ll leave the OMNIA stories out of my post. Those are “friends only” stories. In short, I had a great day AND night. Here are a few pictures I captured.

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San Diego: Coronado

I’ve been contemplating how I should arrange this post. Only two days were spent in San Diego, yet I have enough stories and pictures to last a lifetime. Since my trip was so fascinating, life changing, and beyond breathtaking, I decided to make a mini San Diego series (with a Tijuana post, of course).

Before going to San Diego, my opinions on the city were limited. After visiting the main cities in North Cal, I assumed South California would have the same characteristics. Boy, was I wrong. San Diego was my first South Californian city to visit. It was also the first time I actually felt like I was IN California. Everything I had ever dreamed of coming to this State was present this weekend in San Diego. The array of palm trees everywhere I went, the glowing beaches, and the bright blue skies made me feel like I was living a California dream. As of now, I officially know that California is HOME for me.

Like many of my other posts, this one is heavily pictured.

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While the weather in Sacramento has been rainy the past few weeks (winter has finally hit California), San Diego was fairly sunny. Sunny enough for this Canadian native to jump into a bikini and hit the beach. With so many beaches to choose from, I didn’t know where to go first. Which beach is the best one, I wondered. With our hotel being only a few minutes away from Coronado, we decided to go there.

The walk to Coronado was magnificent. This is where I began seeing California for the surreal State it is. There is something about the layout of this area that appealed to me. I felt like I was in an episode of One Tree Hill. I’m in California, I thought. The little girl inside of me that always dreamed of moving here was feeling all giddy. I’m ACTUALLY in California!

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I adore beaches. The heat, the sand, and the positive vibes surrounding me were gratifying. I sank my bare feet into the warm ground and felt the adrenaline slowly move up my body. I froze up like a mannequin. This beach, here in Coronado, was where I was supposed to be. In that moment, I felt almighty. I felt safe. I can be philosophical about my experience, but I see no point. I think moments like these make you realize your interconnection to the universe. You finally see yourself and your experiences for what they mean. This moment made me understand that I am taking the right path in my life. Sure, career wise I do not know where a Journalism degree might take me. But, I now know what it takes to make myself happy.

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And here I am, feeling comfortable and happy with myself. It’s so weird how your body and soul work. When you feel good mentally, you begin to feel good physically. San Diego was truly a life changing experience. I hope you all stay tuned for this mini series!

Old Sacramento

I sometimes forget to appreciate the beauty that is right in front of me. I constantly feel myself imagining a city, landscape, and adventure that is better than my current one. I felt this way about Sacramento… Until today.

I was hungover and feeling shitty. My plan was to lie in bed all day. Then my roommate (what sounded like an impulsive decision on her part), told me to get ready. We were going on an adventure… In our own city? From Toronto, to London, and now Sacramento, I never felt the need to explore the cities I have lived in. For me, exploration was saved for foreign cities. My hometowns never felt foreign to me.

So, I forced myself to roll out of bed and get ready. Picking up one of my new thrift store finds, I quickly dressed. Florals and denim… What seemed like my new, go-to California apparel. We were ready. Just minutes later, we were headed to Old Sacramento.

Vintage Marc Jacobs Florals

Immediately… And I mean immediately. I found myself falling in love with the city. Culture. History. Community. Everything I longed for was here. What started off as a slight bit of of resent for a city that appeared to be so limited, quickly turned into appreciation. I was brought to Sacramento for a reason. It isn’t the biggest, loudest, or most fun city, but it is the city I am supposed to be in right now. Finally, after a month of being here, I felt like Sacramento was my home.

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Enough about my personal reflections. My fellow international friends and I were on a fun adventure. We basically situated ourselves in Old Sacramento and walked. We strolled for hours. But, time flew by. This area was beautiful. As a lover of all things historical and vintage, I found myself gawking at every building and street corner. The same paved streets I am walking on were once occupied by horse-and-carriages. Old Sacramento resembled a setting from a Wild, Wild West movie.

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Our journey only began in Old Sacramento. Being in the capitol of California, it is a necessity to visit the Parliament building. And what a sight that building was. After taking a billion (seriously my camera roll is full) pictures of Parliament, we walked over to DOCO (Downtown Commons). There we saw the Golden 1 Centre. We’ll definitely be back. I plan on cheering on NBA’s Sacramento Kings there!

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After our self-guided tour of the California State Capitol, we stumbled (literally stumbled) upon an outdoor festival called “Parking Day.” It was a free, community event that featured live music, games, art, and interactive exhibits. IT WAS SO FUN!

What’s a day without yummy food though? Of course my friends and I devoured some of the local Sacramento eats during our Sacramento exploration day. On our menu? Temple Coffee Roaster’s delicious vegan & gluten-free donut and much needed iced-coffee. We later indulged in this salivating grilled cheese straight from a food truck!


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Shift to a Minimalist Lifestyle

I’m a hoarder, collector, and a compulsive buyer.

I buy things for temporary happiness. I keep things because of an emotional attachment to them. I keep buying, buying, and buying because I can never find true happiness in my purchases.

I have an obsession. Not only with the act of shopping itself, but with purchasing things that make me feel prettier, richer, and more stylish than others. Fuck, saying that out loud makes me feel like a bitch. But, it’s true. I would receive an immediate satisfaction upon purchasing things I really didn’t need. That satisfaction quickly fades after I use the products. If I even use the products. I have countless amounts of purchases that are still in the original packaging, still containing the price tags.

I now feel claustrophobic surrounded by all this stuff. I have thousands of articles of clothing on hangers, in drawers, on the floor, and in my luggage, because I have run out of space in my room to put them. I feel overwhelmed being in my own home, looking at all these things.

And I feel sad, sadder than ever, that 21 years and millions of purchases later, I’m still not happy. Materialism has done nothing for me other than put me in extreme debt at such a young age.

I think I’m in that rebellion, fuck normativity phase of my life. Or, I might just be realizing what is actually important to me. Something that very few people can accomplish. I’m realizing that material goods have and can never help me achieve true happiness. I feel the most happy when I’m merely just surrounded with the people I love.  I feel the most satisfied when I’m strolling through nature, taking in the beauty and alignment of an all natural environment.

I’ve decided to make the shift to a minimal life. It will definitely take time to completely change my lifestyle, but this is a challenge I’m ready and willing to take!