Dear Reader,
Hi there! Welcome to Lyrical Love Letters, an ode to being a girl navigating her 20s with as much grace as she can muster—while marveling at (and sometimes cringing at) the mess she makes along the way.
Currently, I am venturing through the vast realms of being 21, a milestone birthday that I prepared for by playing “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac on a loop for at least three hours. Being in your 20s is a whirlwind, and I hope to make sense of the chaos through writing.
What are my credentials?
Here are a few that come to mind:
Whenever I reunite with my hometown friends after a long semester up in Medford, MA, I am always met with the question, “Oh dear, Amanda, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” (and rightfully so).
I dreamed of becoming a musician, lawyer, or journalist and now I am… a Computer Engineer.
I am a Filipino-American who grew up in suburban Southeastern Massachusetts (not diverse in the slightest).
I have a slightly unhealthy habit of parodying any and everything I go through, which makes for an entertaining story.
I’m constantly growing and evolving — the growing pains and my tendency to romanticize life are inevitable.
I am a rom-com fanatic. Hopeless romantic at fault. Libra sun, if that means anything to you.
I was emo in middle school.
I had/have a One Direction phase and wrote fan fiction.
I am a professional over-thinker — one of the best in the business.
There are many interesting characters in my life.
I think of my life as a “shitcom” and organize different phases into seasons, meaning I know how to tell a story.
I have been told that I am hilarious.
I am, without a doubt, a bit delusional.
Admittedly, I’m still unsure what this blog will entail, topic-wise. But perhaps life’s spontaneity will ironically serve as my guiding compass. What I can guarantee is an honest and vulnerable collection of my lived and observed experiences. I believe transparency and truthfulness are essential to any budding relationship, and if we’re committing to this, the last thing I want to be is an unreliable narrator of my own life.
So here’s to the start of our new connection — a chronicle of letters written in adoration of the banal yet bewitching feats of growing up. I hope you’ll find something here that resonates with you.
- xoxo, Amanda
