“Do good”

I’m still processing it all. I’m back at home at my favorite watering hole, The General. I drank coffee every day this week (several times a day, too!), which only added to the magic of it all.

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The Carriage House, Fort Wayne, IN

This past week I had the amazing privilege of sharing my time and heart with the staff and members of the Carriage House. The Carriage House is a Clubhouse in Fort Wayne, Indiana. The Clubhouse model is a resource for people in a community who live with a mental illness and/or mental disability. It is a radical model that complements the traditional medical model but also challenges it. The Clubhouse is not your standard in-patient rehabilitation center – there is no coloring or aimless movie-watching here. There is only the work-order day – the entire house, its business and its tasks are carried out by members and staff alike, working side by side. The model builds strength and resilience, and gives members confidence, a safe space and a family. You can find the 37 Clubhouse standards and more information here.

My time here gave me immense joy and happiness that I have not felt in months. I was there for only four days and I still formed bonds with some of the members. A member who was shy on Monday sought me out today to hang out before I left. Seeing her smile and laughing together made my heart happy.

The amazing thing was that all the members at the Carriage House had a diagnosis but it didn’t matter. I didn’t know what the members had; they didn’t know what I had. It didn’t matter. For once, it didn’t matter. A person was a person, not a disease. We had all experienced hopelessness. We had felt helpless. We had all hit rock-bottom. We had all doubted our worth. But above those common understandings, we all had love, and kindness, and joy being with one another. We all worked together, we learned from each other and we spent time together. It was unreal. It was unbelievably special.

On Tuesday I took some me time for self-care and went on a walk around the beautiful Catholic cemetery across the street. I stumbled upon a small shrine for Mary in the rosary garden and sat there for twenty minutes. I closed my eyes and held my palms up, thanking God again and again for this day, this week, this moment and this life. There was a time in my life when I didn’t think I would be alive today. I honestly didn’t think my life would make it to this point. Some say that God paints straight with crooked lines. Somehow, my struggles and triumphs brought me to that moment, a moment where I still lived. He did not intend for my plan to end before I was twenty, and after this week I think I have a better idea of where He intends to bring me.

I felt for the first time an immense calling to serve. For the past few months I have been caught up in a career whirlwind in which I felt unfulfilled and empty. I know logistically that I need to work for a few years before I pursue a Master’s in social work or public health, but eventually I think I am supposed to end up at a place like the Carriage House.

It just felt right. It felt good. It had its tough moments – I really had to own up to my own mental illness. I wear a bracelet that has “I am a survivor” engraved on it to remind me of how precious my life is and how I am a survivor of suicidal thoughts and tendencies. On Tuesday, a member noticed it and asked me what it meant. I explained it to him and he looked at me very thoughtfully and said, “You could be a member here too.” I could. There was a time in my life where a place like the Clubhouse could have been very beneficial, and there may be a time in the future where I will need it. It took months to pick up the pieces of the darkest moments of my mental illness and to see a place that saves lives by building strength and hope – I can’t even say how that makes my heart feel.

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It was incredible to be with twelve other bright and insightful women who were all mad at how mental health is handled in society. After our last wrap-up session, Carriage House’s staff told us that the only thing they asked of us was to go out there and “do good.” We were passionate, empathetic, kind and bright gals, and it was our job to go out and use our abilities to bring good about in whatever we did.

I urge you to think about what makes you emotional – be it angry, happy, hopeful or sad. What can you do about it? It doesn’t have to be a big gesture, and this week showed me the amazing good that a small group of dedicated people can do. Do it. Go out and do good. 

The light in me honors the light in you,



Unfinished products

I’m currently sitting at a shared round table at the General Deli and Cafe in downtown South Bend. I’m actually not sure if this qualifies as “downtown,” but it’s a right on Jefferson off Eddy Street and about a five minute drive from my apartment. It’s a lovely space. The sweet cafes of my summer are a two-hour drive away now but this is a happy second. It was important to note that this table is shared because the nice man across from me is frantically shaking his legs and making the table vibrate. I feel like I’m at an academic hipster rave.

I just had lunch so it’s only a black tea for me today. I’m starting to think that there is a link from my caffeine intake and my anxiety skyrocketing on a near daily basis, so I am taking a break from my hugs in mugs to see if it helps.

Today has been a beautiful day. 

Normally, Sundays start with morning mass at the Basilica. It is a busy crowd but an incredible space. I am so lucky to go to a school with such gorgeous architecture. This particular Sunday started a big step in my faith journey. What’s even more beautiful about this journey is that one of my best friends, B, is my official partner in crime! Campus Ministry at Notre Dame is one-of-a-kind, and it’s led by a fantastic man named Brett. I have never met anyone so full of joy, life and love towards others. Brett helps run my new Sunday meetings, and even though I was quite sleepy today, I still left with a full heart and a mind crammed with thoughts and ideas. My arms, on the other hand, were filled with books; once again, I put my weekend reading off until the night before it was due.

Brett said something today that has been stuck in my head. That’s the main reason I’m finally updating the blog instead of starting in on my reading. I’ll read when I’m dead – that’s how it works, right?

Brett was speaking about his own personal experience with Catholicism and admitted, “I am not a finished product.” 

I thought it was a beautiful statement, and an important one that goes beyond faith and one’s developing relationship with God. These past few weeks have introduced what I like to refer to as “Career Hell.” For a few days I was swimming in its depths not because I really needed to, but because I felt this immense pressure to. Everyone else was talking consulting, case studies, interviews, networking and pantsuits and I felt like I had to be a part of it. Never mind that most of the companies recruiting now were for jobs and fields I was a not part of nor interested in. It took a few days and calls home to feel calmer, remember that I had plenty of time and know that the timelines for my industries were different from the craziness on campus.

I don’t have a problem trying to “sell myself,” and I know it’s a necessary part of the job hunt. However, I was putting an insane amount of stress on myself to present the “perfect product” – a bright, curious college senior with lots of questions and a hefty resume. I was finding that my efforts to create this person was chipping away at my sanity.

Like Brett, I am an unfinished product. These past three weeks back at school have not been perfect, but there have been perfect moments. There have also been happy moments, confusing moments and moments when I couldn’t find any energy to leave my bed. I missed Notre Dame while I was away, first for study abroad and then for the summer, but one thing I didn’t miss was the feeling that I had to once again have it all together. Not to mention that this year I had to have it all together AND figure out what I’m doing after graduation. With the way some people talk about it, I might as well be graduating next week.

I’m mostly writing this because I know that I’m not alone in the ways I’ve been feeling. I know without a doubt that I (and all my incredible, hardworking friends) will find great places to live life and grow next year. Until then, however, it can be grueling and disheartening.

We are all unfinished products. As much as we desire to be perfect and composed humans without a care in the world and with only the best opportunities, we just aren’t. I’m sorry if I’m bursting your bubble here. Trying times do not define you, but neither do triumphant ones. Life comes in seasons, and like most things in nature, we change with them. Science says you stop growing in your twenties, but I don’t think you ever really stop. The person I am today is very different from the one I was a year ago today. It was a strange thing to think about, and to remember everything that happened to get me to this point, but I’m grateful for all of it. I’m grateful that a year ago I didn’t say, “Alright, this is good. I don’t need anything to change from here. I’m good.” I may never be completely satisfied with the person I am, but I know that she is trying, working hard and willing to be patient. For now, I am happy to acknowledge that I am no where close to being finished.

The light in me honors the light in you,

Last days with some gratitude

Me currently: nursing an iced mocha and a hurting knee at one of my favorite spots in Chicago. It’s not quite time for my Chicago cafe crawl article, but I’ll give a bit of a sneak peek with Bru. It’s a coffee shop/cafe/co-working space in Wicker Park, and easily accessible through the blue line. It has everything you could ask for: sandwiches, spacious tables, window seats (where I can usually be found), protein shakes, coffee, pastries and free Wifi. Not to mention it’s located right next door to Myopic Books, which is a giant and incredible secondhand book shop. If you live in or around the Loop, there should be no reason you go to Barnes & Noble when Myopic is so close-by. I’m all for supporting small businesses even if that means bringing down Big Books.


It’s my last lazy Sunday in the city and I don’t know where the time went. If anyone is the queen of rising out of bed at 1 PM, it’s me. In my defense, it was a full weekend of friends and laughter. Yesterday I went to Lollapalooza and it was INCREDIBLE. I would actually say one of the top 10 days of my life. I saw one of my favorite bands (The Head and the Heart!! Go check them out), and a few other great artists and the weather was great and the company was greater. I went with one of my best friends from college, Kim, and we spent most of the day running around, napping, dancing, eating and saying we were old women now.

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The past two weeks have been a whirlwind. I also just spilled coffee on myself. It’s a typical Sunday. I don’t think I own a single article of clothing that hasn’t been spilled on. My mother finds that hysterical considering the amount of white clothes I own. Thank goodness for bleach pens, am I right? I may love spring and summer, but I am wishing for fall right now so I can start drinking hot coffee again. There is really nothing like the feeling of a warm mug cradled in my hands, it’s like a hug in a cup. Also, I think I single-handedly keep the Dunkin’ off Lake in business with my daily purchase of a medium iced coffee with almond milk and sweet hazelnut. Don’t make me calculate how much money I’ve spent on coffee this summer, it will only make me sad. This also goes for how much money was spent at Zara or lunch takeout from Catch 35. These topics are unspeakable.

Last weekend my dear friend Brad came to visit, and it was his first time in Chicago since high school so I had to make sure we covered all the bases. It was a terrific Saturday. We started with brunch at Homeslice in Lincoln Park (one of my favorite places now), followed by Wrigleyville, drinks with a view at Londonhouse (I have never felt so adult or poor), Grant Park/the Bean, stumbling upon a street fest in Wicker Park and a quick trip to Target. My heart was so happy to show Brad around, and we walked 10 miles that day. The rumors are true – you really do make some of your best friends abroad. I know he can’t wait for me to torture him all year since we will be neighbors.

After Brad left, I saw more lovely friends that evening and finished off the weekend with the fastest 13 miles I have ever run. I’ve done three half marathons now, and the high after that kind of distance is unbeatable. I wish I could say I wasn’t mildly addicted but I think I am. The high wore off pretty quickly when I woke up Monday to some of the worst knee pain I had experienced in months. The pain dissipated through the week, but one knee is still sore. It’s put me a week back in my marathon training, which is disheartening and stressful, but I know it’s better to ease off than risk a harsher injury. I’ve scheduled yoga twice this week, and I’ll also be going home this Friday (wow!), where I’ll have my second pair of running shoes and I’ll be able to switch between the two like the ladies at my running store told me to – and, of course, my sweet Stray Dog yoga!!! I cannot WAIT to get back to my favorite yoga studio in the whole world.

I can’t believe it’s my last week at HDMZ. HDMZ is an ad agency that specializes in life science marketing. I was lucky enough to spend 11 weeks this summer as their intern, learning the ins and outs of healthcare marketing, brewing the perfect cup of coffee and even some web design. I went in with basically no marketing experience, save for my design work, and will be leaving with a greater understanding and appreciation for the advertising world. It’s a world I hope to return to post-graduation, and I’m thrilled to know there are good fit careers for me outside the lab and law school. I worked with passionate, kind and incredibly smart people who inspired me each day and kept me laughing and learning.

Alright, now that I’m done going through my last days (sorry if this makes me sound like I’m dying in five days), I’ll end today’s post with some gratitude. I am an infrequent journaler, but something that my journal has a lot of are “I am” affirmations. It was a technique suggested to me by my counselor of three years, for whom I am eternally grateful. She is an extraordinary soul that has seen me at my very worst and laughed with me at my very best. For the days I feel down or unsure of myself, I write a page of “I am” affirmations. I am patient. I am kind. I am beautiful. I am strong. I have pages littered with these statements, and re-reading them is something that brings me a good deal of strength and peace. I wrote a lot of them when I first moved to the city and was unhappy. I was unhappy with the noise, the hustle and bustle, the fact that it wasn’t Dublin, that I was going it alone for the first time in two years. I wrote more of them when I settled in, found places I loved, met people I loved, and started running long distance again. I looked over them this morning and all I can say is how grateful I am for the people I met this summer and the experiences I had these past ten weeks in the city. I couldn’t have predicted the friends I met and the ones I hope to keep when we get back to school. I really recommend trying “I am” affirmations if you are struggling. They may sound kitschy and silly but I really do believe in their effectiveness.

And you know what? I’m grateful for the ones I met this summer who made me doubt my self-worth, who tore me down and who played with my emotions like I was a doll. In those moments, I hated that I wore my heart on my sleeve, but looking back, it says nothing about me and everything about them. Ladies and gents, if someone treats you like trash, remember that you’re not trash. You are far from it. You are worthy, brilliant and good. Your existence brings a lot of value to the world. I love you and I cheer for you every day, and you are in my prayers.

I’m pretty damn proud of myself for staying soft in a world that grows harsher each day, and for the compassion that drives me every day, in my career and in my education. I can thank Notre Dame and the humans I’ve met at school for deepening that compassion and my desire to do good.

How big of a sap am I? I can’t help it, not when I sit and think of how much good still exists. It exists through smiles from strangers, random acts of kindness, living with intention, beautiful homilies at mass, laughing until you cry, purposeful vinyasa at power flow, great cups of coffee, fantastic coworkers, friends who lift you up at any hour of the day, family that checks in every morning and night (and who send emails when McDonald’s shows up too often on credit card statements), running without injury, good books and soft blankets, big mugs of tea, dancing into the night, the feel of a newly pressed white shirt (just me?), tearing up listening to favorite bands live and breathing and sharing the same air and space as other incredible humans.

I am not always well. I will admit that. I struggle like any other person. I do not live a perfect life, even if my social media suggests it. There are still days when I cannot get out of bed, when it takes all my energy to keep smiling through work when I am really counting down the minutes until I can safely retreat back to bed, when I cry myself to sleep because I am so exhausted from the fight. All I can say is, the fight is worth it. I hate that there are still days, weeks even, when it hurts to breathe easy, but I honestly wouldn’t choose to live my life any other way. I know struggle and I know darkness, but damn does my heart know light and joy and love as well.

Keep going.

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The light in me honors the light in you,
xo Sus













Running late

Today I’m going to write about running. But before then, some updates:

I realized this past Saturday while I was journaling how bad I am at keeping up with things. I suppose this isn’t much of a realization considering I would go weeks or months without blogging while I was abroad, but it’s a bit unsettling to think back about how much time has passed without much thought.

Working this summer has put me on autopilot. I wake up at 7:30, drag myself out of bed, make breakfast oats for the road and run (sometimes literally run) out of the door to make it to the office in time to get coffee ready for everyone. The next nine hours fly by as I work on projects, and next thing I know it’s time to go home, get my running shoes on for my daily run and make a late dinner afterwards.

It’s like that movie Groundhog Day where he keeps living the same day over and over. Each day may be different for me but for the most part it’s become pretty monotonous. Some days are a little spicier because of instead of a run, I go to yoga after work instead (how *exciting* is that).

It’s the start of my 9th week in Chicago and I’m incredulous at how that even happened. Wasn’t it yesterday I was still drinking tea with 5 sugars at Clement & Pekoe? Or moving through vinyasa at Stray Dog? Or hugging my parents hello at the airport before the Fourth?

If I have to be honest, I was wishing the summer away when it started. I hated the transition back into reality and how I had hardly a minute to breathe between flying home from Dublin, catching up on sleep and moving into my apartment in the city. I hadn’t seen my school friends in nearly five months (or a year for some) and I was more than ready to get back to South Bend. Hell, I had never even been away from Granger for more than five weeks since I was 8 years old, and here I was, away for eight months. It’s something I’ve been coming to terms with lately with this being my final year at Notre Dame. When my family moved, I was comforted by the fact that I at least would be back in northern Indiana for school, but graduating will mean finally leaving my hometown. If you had asked me in high school if I would be sad to be leaving Indiana and driving by cornfields on the way to school every day, I would have laughed till I cried. But alas, the end of an era is approaching, and after 14 years, I’ll be saying good-bye.

Have I ever said on here that I hate change? I’m kidding. I hate change, but I can’t say I haven’t fallen a little bit in love with this city. I wrote at the beginning of the summer that I hated it, and there are still some things I hate. I do hate living in the loop, but I’m grateful it makes getting to work an easy 15 minute walk (or run, depending on the morning). I think I may actually have fallen in love with Lincoln Park, though. I like to escape out there on the weekend days to look at fresh flowers and have a cup of coffee at a window seat. I’ve always loved watching the world go by like that, and god knows I need love caffeine. My long runs take me up into that area as well, and it’s close to the Lakefront Trail which would make training for future races easier. It’s the sweetest residential neighborhood with a good handful of brunch places, so could I ask for more? The prospect of living outside the loop in a lovely walk-up in a neighborhood where I can find fresh flowers every day makes my heart happy, and is now a part of my motivation to return to the city. Well, that and it’ll be quite difficult to say bye to everyone at work and think I’ll never see them again. It’s turned out to be a sweet summer, and I’ve been blessed with some great friends to goof around with. Oh, and I chopped all my hair off, even though mum wasn’t as thrilled with that one.


If you’ve read my blog before, you’ll know that running and I have a mixed history. When I picked it up freshman year, it was only because 1. I didn’t want to gain the freshman 15 and 2. I had spontaneously signed up for a half marathon. When I abused it the summer after sophomore year, I used it as a way to quickly cut weight. When I did it sporadically last spring, it was because I didn’t want to die during my third half. For all the parts in between, it was one of the things that saved my life. Training for races gave me structure and goals every day, and for the days when getting out of bed was going to be the greatest accomplishment I felt like I had achieved a giant feat if I added a run.

I have always entertained the idea of running a full marathon. I’ve wanted to do one in college because I wasn’t sure if I would have the energy or motivation to train for one while I was working full-time. Well, I’ve been working full-time and I just finished my second week of marathon training. So people, it can be done!!

I’m not sure what cracked up 12-week marathon training plan I found but it had me starting the first week at 8 miles, meaning this upcoming Sunday long run will be a half marathon. Pro tip: if you want to run a marathon and aren’t quite there in running shape, I would start much earlier than 12 weeks, preferably around 16.

Two weeks in, and 53 miles down – I may not be great at sticking with things (like budgets, yikes), but I know I don’t have much choice in sticking to this running plan. If I miss one day, I know the next day’s run will be hell. Running in Midwest humidity is one of my least favorite things, and yesterday my sweat actually burned my eyeballs. I didn’t even know that was possible. I cried the last two miles from said burning eyeballs and got a lot of weird looks. I’m praying to the body parts god that my old lady knees carry me to the finish.

Time is a funny thing. Change is a funny thing. Me sweating buckets while trying not to die during my long run is a funny thing (to look at). Last summer may have made me hate running, but I’m beyond happy to have pulled my shoes out of retirement.

Realistically, next time y’all hear from me will be when I move into my apartment to start senior year, which is in only 4 WEEKS!!!! I cannot contain my excitement to be living off campus with my best friends. I’m serious – the amount of times Kelly and I have planned to order pizza you would think I was magically no longer lactose intolerant. Speaking of best friends, I finally get to hug Kimmy today for the first time in seven months!! While she’s been wandering around New Zealand I have been in Dublin and also joined corporate America (which would never guess given the lax dress code). *And* Bradley is coming this Saturday. That boy has never visited Chicago and I’m honestly shocked he wants to spend a whole day with me after traveling to 5 countries together already. What a great week it will be – full of runs, pizza, tacos, gin and tonics, yoga (finally!) and Jesus (of course Bradley will want to go to church together Sunday).

The light in me honors the light in you,








Hard truths

I hate change.

I am a creature of habit. I stop at the same Dunkin Donuts every morning at approximately 8 AM before heading to work. I go to the same yoga classes each week with the same teachers so I can predict the flow. I own twelve white shirts yet I keep buying them whenever I see one in a shop.

This past month has been really hard. As my semester in Dublin came to an end, I started counting down the days until I touched down on U.S. soil. I was ready for the comfortable familiarity of home and my family, along with sweet tea from Dunkin. I think it was just grass is greener syndrome. In Dublin, I was tired from traveling each weekend and stressed from finals – I have mad respect for the Irish. I’m not sure I could do more than one semester where the final essentially determined my entire grade. Also, the Irish study group theory as undergraduates – a chill still goes down my spine when I think back to my course on symmetry.

This past month has been a whirlwind of change.

I had only one week at home, where I spent most of the time in bed, before moving to Chicago to start my internship. I had never lived in a large city. I grew up in the suburbs of northern Indiana outside of a college town. I studied abroad in a country that could be described as ‘the Midwest of Europe’ (I coined that, trademark me). I have always daydreamed about the idea of living in a big city, and these past three weeks have shown me that I enjoy the fantasy more than the reality.

If I lived in Chicago I would have to do so outside of the Loop, in a neighborhood like Wicker Park or Old Town. Both are quieter residential areas, with fantastic shopping and eateries, with similar environments to the sweetness that I grew up with.

It has been tough for me to adjust to the loudness and mild chaos of the city. I hate the mildly persistent stank of weed and the rude, touchy people who think they’re flattering rather than harassing. I missed Dublin for its people, its size and its coziness. My heart still aches for it every day – much more than I thought I would.

But with each day that passes, it gets a little bit easier. The city has gotten smaller, and I have been here long enough to establish a few go-to spots. I know where I can get the best caffeinated horchata (Goddess and the Baker) and a fantastic breakfast sandwich (Cafecito). I stumbled upon the American sister to my all-time favorite Dublin cafe, KC Peaches, and that made the start of this week almost a thousand times better.

Struggling with the adjustment made it, and still makes it, much easier to be hard on myself. I was frustrated and upset with myself – I write so much on resilience yet I couldn’t be resilient. Recently, a wonderful friend of mine told me that I needed to stop being so self-critical. I am thankful for a friend that is willing to tell me so instead of letting me put myself down.

I value kindness so incredibly much. I valued it in the Irish people, and I miss it in the daily big-city hustle and bustle. I value every smile I get from a stranger or a show of manners. I value the small reminders that I am important from both people I know and don’t know.

I value kindness more than almost anything else, yet I refuse to show it to myself. A year later, I can still be as hard on myself and my body as I was when I was rapidly dropping weight.

But why?

I really do think it’s easier to put myself down than it is to build myself up. Building myself up takes effort – it forces me to recognize that I contain joy and love. It forces me to work towards being a bearer of good in an ever confusing and conflicted world.

Building myself up means that I can’t give up. 

I’m looking forward to the next few weeks. I enjoy my internship and the people I’ve met, and I really like going to work each day. I’ve decided to challenge myself on two ends: budgeting (no more clothes! White or otherwise!) and kindness towards myself.

If I can’t be kind, then I can at least not be horrible – and right now, that might be all I can muster.

Last Saturday, I participated in a yoga and meditation workshop that centered around the theme of rewriting my self contract. It was based on the idea that we enter into subconscious contracts with ourselves and those around us. At the end, I had to write a new self contract for myself, and I included valuing my self-worth, embracing my independence after the end of a long-term relationship and continuing to search for good.

I’ve been working towards being kind to myself for years now, and I don’t see it magically happening anytime soon. Until then, I’ll keep going. Until then, I’ll keep waking up and getting coffee before work. Until then, I’ll let myself daydream about the past and the future. Until then, I’ll keep smiling at strangers. Until then, I’ll keep doing my best.

Until then, I’ll keep adjusting. I may be a creature of habit, that’s a habit I’m willing to break.

The light in me honors the light in you,



Big days

Today I achieved bliss.

I sat at a window seat of a sweet coffee shop (Dollop Coffee Co., I highly recommend) with an iced chai tea latte, three different colored pens and my journal. One of my favorite things to do in Dublin was to sit in a cafe and watch the world go by, and I knew that wasn’t going to change in a new city.

I had a lot to think about today. Life has been super weird lately. I’ve been back in the States for a week now, and I feel like I’ve woken up from an incredible dream. Hindsight is 20/20 though – Dublin wasn’t all rainbows and craic, but now that I’m home I can only think of it that way. I have to remind myself that there were tough days and nights, times when I wished I could be back home and moments when I questioned my decision to go abroad.

I haven’t written in too much detail about my experiences abroad, and today while I was journaling I decided to set some goals for myself. Tomorrow I start my internship in Chicago at a marketing firm, and I am so excited to see what a career will be like outside of a lab.

I have a few goals  – run every day, learn to budget and save properly and write a book. Yep, that’s right. I have a lot of love for essay collections and I think the best way for me to document my time is to break it down into essays. I have always loved writing, and this is something I have always wanted to do.

Is there a better time to do it than a summer in the city? I don’t think so. I’m writing this blog post to hold myself accountable and make the promise that by August 11 I will have a collection of essays.

I’m also starting at a new yoga studio this Sunday and it looks incredible.

The light in me honors the light in you,



Cafe crawl

If they say de-Nile is a river in Egypt, then I’m drowning in it today.

I woke up in my own bed this morning. My big, fluffy bed with its redundant pillows and soft blanket – a bed in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, instead of Dublin, Ireland. I woke up late and rolled over, thinking about when I should catch the bus in order to get a pick-me-up mocha at Clement & Pekoe. I blinked a few times and it took me a couple of minutes to remember where I was. I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t crushed. I can only dream of the next afternoon I can swirl a chocolate stick around a warm cup of coffee while watching people go by on South William St. By dream, I mean I’m slowly planning my return to Dublin to do research over fall break.

This won’t be the last time I write about Dublin.

It’s going to take me a few more days to process this past semester. I’m leaving for Chicago in only six days to start my summer internship. I’m swapping cobblestone streets with short buildings for a concrete jungle and American Zara prices.

I don’t know if I will ever stop writing about my four months in that beautiful country. Today I’m sipping sweet tea out of a giant mug (sweet tea! My whole life) and thinking back on the little cafes I fell in love with in Dublin. Going to Dublin soon and looking for a cool place to sit and sip? Look no further than Susan’s Dublin Cafe Crawl.

Stop 1: Clement and Pekoe, South William St  


Photo by Natalie Lim


This was my second favorite study spot, and it was partly due to the mochas they served. They make their mochas not with chocolate syrup but with a large piece of chocolate on a stick that you swirl around in hot coffee until it melts. Their mini cakes (especially the apple one) are also very well-done.

Stop 2: KC Peaches, Nassau St  

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If you know me at all, you know that I fell in love with the KC Peaches on Nassau St this semester. It was my favorite place to study and many a paper was written there over a cup of tea, or a medium mocha, with a slice of the multi-berry custard (GO EAT THAT CUSTARD. IT IS FANTASTIC). The food was also hard to beat if you needed a quick bite. It was wholesome and natural and healthy, and the only place you could go for a fantastic sandwich that only puts you back 5-6 euro. I had a really difficult time leaving this place, but then I have an attachment personality.

Stop 3: Queen of Tarts, Cow’s Lane 

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The desserts here are to die for. The chocolate fudge cake served with homemade whipped cream is unbelievable, and I chose to go with a blueberry scone and tea on my last visit. Queen of Tarts has two locations in Temple Bar, and I frequented the larger one on Cow’s Lane. Also: there is a fantastic yoga studio right across from here, and is a real gem. It’s called Samadhi and has very reasonable rates. I loved this studio because it reminded me of my cozy, sweet studio at home in Pittsburgh.

Stop 4: Beanhive, Dawson St 

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I became high-key obsessed with this place late in the semester. Their latte art is unbeatable (look at how sweet that bear is on my hazelnut hot chocolate!). I found iced tea here, which I craved more than I thought I would. I am a huge sweet tea fiend at home, and when I saw they had iced tea on their menu I nearly cried. The peach iced tea was excellent and I only had to add about 5 packets of sugar. I only wish I could have found this place earlier because their friendly staff and delicious drinks stole my heart.

Stop 5: Cake Cafe, Pleasant’s Place 

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This one is a bit off the beaten path (over past Dicey’s), and kind of located in a weird alley, but the homemade cakes here are difficult to beat. I had the Victorian sponge cake and wished I could have taken the whole thing home.

Stop 6: The Dwarf Jar, O’Connell Street 

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Give me a huge mocha and a view of the river and I will be happy forever. Sarah and I also indulged in tiramisu here, and she got this fabulous wine tea that tasted like mulled wine. This is another great place to people-watch.

Stop 7: Bestseller, Dawson St

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This adorable polka-dot shop has the coziest benches for curling up with a good book. It houses the Irish Bible Society and sells interesting books and artwork by independent Irish artists. The coffee here was alright but the environment really won me over. It’s also very quiet.

Stop 8: 3FE, Grand Canal St

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I only visited this place once, but it has a special place in my heart for the second pot of tea I got on the house and the big community tables and windows that let sunshine in. I wrote an entire philosophy paper here.

And that’s a wrap! I am so lucky to have loved and lived in these cafes this semester. I’m already planning to find more mini-heavens in Chicago this summer. I promise there will be a more substantial post on my time in Dublin to come, but right now I can only daydream about big mochas and delicious cakes while binge-watching season 3 of Kimmy Schmidt (go watch it! It’s as hilarious and woke as ever!). Good thing I’ll be returning to my sweet Stray Dog yoga on Tuesday morning.

The light in me honors the light in you,