Bridget. Nineteen. Minnesota girl in college very very far from home. I'm a chronic romantic, I love the smell of freshly cut grass in the morning, the taste of a fish you caught yourself, and the way thunder sounds on a weekday afternoon while you're trying to nap between classes. This blog is full of things I find beautiful, things that make me homesick, make me nostalgic, make me think, or just make me smile and laugh. It's pretty important we remember to do that.