Truckin’ Up To Buffalo

Is it safe to say that we, as human beings, have an overwhelming urge to fit in or feel like we belong to something? Set aside the notion of it being corny and think about it. What defines you as a person? Is it your culture, religion and family? Are you apart of a team or nostalgic about where you were raised? What is it?

78a48737096afc9efe56b310147da5b3I was born and semi-raised in Buffalo, New York. My memories of winter being my fondest, building igloos in the feet of snow we were destined to get each year and never knowing what you were for Halloween, because it was too cold to matter, everyone was double layered by the end of October anyways. My husband actually tells people I’m Canadian and that he suspects I married him for the green card.

I always felt like I belonged in Buffalo, maybe it’s because I was still young and didn’t know what it felt like to be the new girl yet again. It was my only home and I didn’t know what it meant to be anywhere else.

When I was in the fourth grade my family moved me closer to New York City. We lived in a small town called Walden. We had a town square, that mostly consisted of a library and elementary school. There were no Walmarts, but instead local grocery stores like ShopRite and Thruway.

I had made my best friends again, learned what it meant to have best friends and got my cootie shots here. I was still an outsider though. I wasn’t born in this small town and my family wasn’t tied to the local hairdresser, mechanic or family doctor. I said pop instead of soda and talked with an accent.

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When I was in eighth grade we moved again. This time, a lot farther and a little hotter. I started high school in Jacksonville, Florida and thankfully, finished it there too.

Who even knows who they are in high school, or what it means to find yourself. We all thought we knew what was up, swore we had a clue, and couldn’t be told any different. It was never the case and high school was weird.

I moved again when I was 22, with my new husband to Virginia Beach, Virginia. The first time a huge move would be made without my family. I had a new one now that consisted of only one dog at that time and a husband. I was nervous and excited at the same time.

I met two of the greatest people in Virginia, and unfortunately, true to fashion, I had to say goodbye to them a little over a year later. The Hubs wasn’t going to re-enlist and we wanted a change. Virginia smelled of sea water and he had been stuck on a boat long enough.

Ever since that move, a little piece of me never truly recovered, my husband included. He misses the ocean and being on a coast. I miss my friends and feeling like I belonged. I had people I could confide in, ladies need ladies night with plenty of wine. I can’t always lean on the hubby, Zeus knows he needs a break.

We landed in Denton, Texas in 2013. I am currently finishing up my under-grad degree and planning my escape of this flat-tornado filled-hotter than hades- state the sooner the better.

There are days I want to run home and scream, but I don’t know where home is. I listen to people talk about childhood friends, how the neighborhood has changed since they were kids, the gossip that ensues with people who have known each other for entirely too long, and I don’t have that. Will I ever? 

I’ve had an overwhelming feeling that I wouldn’t feel complete unless I moved back to Buffalo and gave it another try. Easier said than done, my husband is from Southern California, that adjust might kill him, Virginia almost did.

How do you deal with emotions that never really get resolved, even after long nights of brainstorming it? Do you push them aside and bottle them up, or rant and rave to yourself late at night, when everyone is asleep? Is it the curse of overthinking or does it mean something deeper? Tell me.

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Super Bowl Prediction Gone Funny

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Curiosity of: NFL Memes

As some of you already know, being a Buffalo Bills fan, I absolutely hate Tom Brady, Bill Belichick and the New England Patriots. It’s a hate that spews out from my soul every season. They cheat, whine and complain until they get their own way. They pick and chose rules to follow, but only when they know how to bend them.

Some of you may think I’m biased, well, that’s probably true. I just hope Seattles D puts a whoopin’ on them this Sunday. Go Hawks! 

The week before the Super Bowl, NFL Madden makes an announcement on which team will take home the coveted Vince Lombardi trophy. This year, not-so-surprisingly, it picked the New England Patriots to defeat the 12th-Man.

As news outlets were reporting the prediction, Sports Illustrated tweeted out the happy news with a photo. While the news was disheartening, the photo was spectacular. Can you spot the wonderful error it made?

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I’d like to pause and take you through my journey at the University of North Texas for a quick moment.  I have acquired a lot of useful skill sets during my stay and personally, It doesn’t always feel like you’ve learned something, but then something occurs (you read a friends grammatically incorrect post, proof read a friends paper, or see a tweet that has violated one of the many rules of social media) and you finally get to make a full circle. ” Wow, I have learned something.”

Lesson #1: When using social media remember nothing can truly be deleted. If you work for an organization, don’t become the example of what not to do on Twitter.

With that lesson in mind, I couldn’t help but use this oops as an example. Have you been able to spot IT yet? It’s also probably safe to say, some poor soul needed to put out the tweet quickly and googled a winning image of T-Brady. A photo with confetti means they won, right?

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Actually no, the photo they used with was in fact a photo from the year they lost to Eli Manning and the New York Giants. A memory I will never forget, because I lit off fireworks with my father in Florida in celebration. Not so much the win for the Giants, but the loss for the Patriots. Yes, the hate is strong in this one.

A useful piece of advice I picked up during previous journalism/pr classes was to always pay attention to the four corners of a picture. Make sure there aren’t any weird shadows, objects sticking out from behind heads, or that the predicted winner of the Super Bowl XLIX is actually being photographed as being a winner from previous years and not the loser.

So on that note…

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