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I let myself fall in love with Boston

Finally- all 200 photos from graduation are posted online, my bags are all unpacked and I’ve begun changing the profiles on my social media. I am no longer a student at Boston University. Truth be told, I began posting on this blog and transformed it to “Mel Takes Boston” two summers ago to basically give myself the courage I needed to pick myself up from where I was and launch myself forward. I was so scared. I cried almost every other night that summer of 2012 when I decided to transfer into BU. I questioned my decision daily and I feared so much. The people closest to me were concerned about my lavish decision, and that really didn’t help make it any easier. Yet, deep down something in me knew I had to pursue this acceptance and take on Boston University’s College of Communication. You see, my heart was begging for an escape and I never thought that it could fully mend, but not until the last month of my two year journey did it heal. I fell in love. Almost altogether I fell in love with the apartment I lived in and its magical view, the best friends I had at my side almost daily, the fine education I excelled at, the dream that turned itself into a reality with the promise of my first real TV reporting gig and my current leading man. If that wasn’t enough- I fell in love with the kind city that turned out to be not so scary and intimidating after all, I fell for the people and their support, I fell in love with a city in wake of its most painful tragedy. My heart felt so much in the past two years that in the last coming month the most incredible thing occurred. I felt my heart outpour with love.

For all you skeptics- I’ve been trying to shake off my recent love daze, and so I waited before I would write this final post. Yet, somehow I cannot shake this overwhelming feeling off. And it’s so great that I am filled with joy and able to share it. I tend to be an idealist, yet I was raised by a family of realists. I try often to remind myself that it’s impossible for this happiness to continue and that at some point it will end. You see, that’s where the realist side of me is mistaken. People who are realistic are not emotionless. For awhile I was saddened by my upcoming graduation that it was painful to be around me. In my mind I considered the day after I graduated and left Boston that this whole reality would come to an end and I could never get it back. But, after some good counseling with my best friend and lots of prayers and well wishes. I realized that no Melissa, no one is dying after all. BU will continue to exist and the city of Boston will always flourish tulips in the spring. I could stay talking to my friends day after day. I could keep on loving. I can now use my useful education and skills to my advantage. And all that love can be channeled and spread to others. No one has to say a painful goodbye.

The incredible studio apartment I lived in during my last year at BU. I was a Resident Assitant at the beloved Stuvi2 on-campus housing.

The incredible studio apartment I lived in during my last year at BU. I was a Resident Assistant at the beloved Stuvi2 on-campus housing.

And as I try not to make this post a diary entry, I own up to the fact that this whole blog began as just that. It was a way where I could write out my feelings in a presentable fashion and be able to own what I felt. I owned the hard times. I owned the successes and owned the journey. In retrospect this blog was created to solely benefit me, and the fact that today I get hundreds of views on my posts is first of all nice– I deeply appreciate my audience– but more importantly it has shown me that THIS is what I want to do. I want to be able to produce work that inspires others and in turn causes them to act and inspire those around them. I graduated high school in 2010 from John A. Ferguson Senior High after three years as the morning announcements anchor. When I graduated I wanted to be a journalist so I could create positive change in the world. Four years later after two hardworking years at Miami Dade College and two final years at Boston University, I am graduating with the same pursuit. I want to be a journalist because I truly believe that I have the capacity to do good for the world. And there’s really no denying that.

As I move onto my next journey in West Texas. I will be joining the CBS affiliate in Lubbock, TX as a general assignment reporter for their evening newscasts. I am thrilled and ready to take Texas.

Stay tuned, my friends. #MelTakesTexas

 

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February’s Strength

Andy Valentine's Day 2012Around this point three years ago, there were talks about you leaving the hospital. I was anxious. Valentine’s Day rolled around and I remember your mom later telling me how all these girls went to see you and shower you with gifts and rapidly repeat to you “I love you’s.” I remember how I didn’t visit on Valentine’s Day. It was a hard day, trying to face the fact that had it been another way we’d probably be spending that day together. But, that was weird for me to accept. I just kept focusing on the larger goal: your benefit concert, your upcoming release date and you being back home. I am still weary over the day. Yet this time of the year always reminds me of the best thing about you. February has always been your month of strength. You’ve overcome so much in the course of your life within February’s that being released from the hospital you were admitted to after 2 and a half months in a coma- was just a part of your Valentine month strength. Going up on stage a few days later at your benefit concert and thanking everyone for their support- that was powerful. Your mom and I joked that when you grabbed the microphone from me you would make a joke or say something incoherent. She actually had coached me before going onstage to prevent you from taking the mic. However, what you did was outstanding. How could we ever doubt you? Fast forward next February and we celebrated your first year out and called it “Andy’s 1 year ‘outside!'” We hosted a picnic and enjoyed being literally outside. By your second year I was gone. Now for your third year I need you to know that every February you’re not just in my mind. But you are fueling me with strength. You give me the strength and courage I seek for daily. You remind me what it is to fall to the ground and force yourself back up. Your strength doesn’t go by in vain, your strength is my example. Every February, I can’t help but think what could have been. But then I realize all that you have given me, and how could I ever ask for more?

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23 Things to do before— There is no such list

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South Florida sunset

That’s all. There is no such list. Life has no list. Have kids, get married, graduate from multiple universities or eat Nutella. Life shouldn’t be judged and can’t be, because there is no specific path to success or happiness. And one common goal people have is to live a happy life. Whether society deems you foolish for having children at a young age or ridiculous for incurring debt to attend a prestigious university– if you are happy, then you are successfully adhering to your own list and THAT is the important list you should follow.

I’ve read the several posts on what 20 somethings are telling each other what we should be aiming for. And I like their messages, it works. Works for them and any others who can relate with the message and see their passion and beliefs. But coming from a gal who is far from being engaged and can’t bake a cake, who is to say getting engaged before 23 is a bad thing? It sounds like much more courage than cutting your hair. And really? Crawl from under a rock if I can’t bake a cake? I’m 21 and have never baked a cake and will probably make it to 23 without having baked a cake, but no worries I am a proud woman. Note: I also appreciate the blogs that are writing moderately on these sides. But I don’t believe it’s about being single or married or in love or anti it that make up these posts. It’s only about you and your own so-called “list.”

Because the way I see things:

Young mothers, they are beautiful they are working hard each and every day to provide for their children and they teach me that I too want to be a considerate and loving mother no matter what the age.

People getting degrees left and right, they make me want to continue striving for degrees and higher education achievements. Their knowledge impresses me, it shouldn’t intimidate.

My friends with jobs working until disturbing hours and accomplishing great feats, they really make me yearn to hustle as hard as they do.

20 somethings getting married and in love, guess what, they don’t make me cringe and be bitter, they remind this single girl that love is real. And that makes me happy.

For those traveling during their young years, I love seeing how you appreciate the world and are taking in places through their culture- not just their tourist highlight spots.

To the ones who continue in their faith despite what society says is popular- I believe in you. Your strong faith is an example to SO many young people to not give up. I strive to find strong faith.

These examples are endless, because people are a little bit of everything. They work, party, fall in and out of love, believe, study and try. People try. And that is the general message floating around the internet- people (YOUNG people) are trying to live their life their own way. Not in some way we are supposed to. And THAT is what makes this generation of millennials so incredible.

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My Stab At Heartache

Leaving behind the first part of my life to move on to the next, evokes heartaches of all kinds. I feel as if I am beginning to get nostalgic with just about everything. And it’s more than just over how much I am going to miss my best friends, my parents, my room… But it’s becoming- how will I sleep without my chihuahua Becky at night? What will I do without my mom’s cuban coffee? I really am going to miss the way I carry a whole wardrobe in my trunk, speak Spanglish to the people at my grocery store and all my emotional ties to this city. So, with that it brings me to discuss heartache. It’s painful, sad and aching. It hurts so much sometimes that even though you’re doing a bunch of different things you still manage a sick feeling of emptiness to linger, as if something is still missing. How can you heal a broken heart? Well, just runaway to a new city! Hahaa, I’m just kidding. I’ve come to learn that appreciating what you have suddenly fills those cracks. I’ve been through a very difficult past two years and have experienced some very heartbreaking moments. And if I wanted to run away I would’ve done so awhile back. But I stayed.. and in doing so I have realized the power of faith, the value of courage and the beauty it is to have hope. I have found faith in seeing that my dear friend has overcome many odds to be talking, standing, walking and here with us all again. I have been able to pick-up and leave without looking back knowing I made a courgeous decision for the betterment of myself. And I have first-hand wittnessed love whether it be going on to 30 years of marriage, a recently wed couple or a first boyfriend- and that gives me all the hope I need to overcome any heartache. So, when I am feeling a little down or I do miss home and when I try to think happy thoughts and instead comes heartache I’ll remember to fight it off with a little faith, courgae and hope.

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