My name is Lexie; welcome to thebeewrd. Here we believe in beauty, brilliance and sometimes, bitchassness. All are welcome. Cheers, bees. 

Make This Place Your Home

Make This Place Your Home

The bee is back, everyone! Thank you for being patient with me over the past few weeks, as I have not been posting. With the move and the new job and adjusting to the city, I’ve found myself a little preoccupied. But now that I am getting more and more settled in, I’ll be sure to get back on schedule with all of this.

With that being said… it’s been too long, and I have so much on my mind (and I’m sure you all do as well), so let’s catch up.

A few weeks ago, right before making my big move to the city, I attended the wedding of two of my dearest friends Meredith and Scott (FYI- it was one of the most beautiful weddings of all time, but I digress). It just so happens that their love story (and our friendship story) came to fruition in none other than my college town of Erie, Pennsylvania, so I had the opportunity to go back one last time before moving.


Upon arriving in Erie, I looked around and thought to myself – “how weird is it that I feel like a complete stranger in the place that I called ‘home’ for practically four years?” It wasn’t really until I got to be with Meredith, Scott and my other friends in the area that I realized I no longer felt like I was visiting.

The moment that I stepped onto the New York pavement, I had a totally different feeling. It was at that moment when I wondered- what to me constitutes “home.”

Is it weird to say that I don’t believe amount of time spent somewhere plays a part in how home-y a place can be? I have decided that I don’t believe that “home” is just one specific place, but to me, home is better described as a feeling that I get, without necessarily taking into regard where I am when I get that feeling.

There have been two specific instances in my life that immediately come to mind when I think of that feeling of home.

1) Sitting around the fireplace on Christmas morning with my family drinking coffee (aka mimosas) without a care in the world except for the possibility of running low on champagne.

2) The moment that I stepped off the eight hour Megabus ride, arrived in New York City, and was greeted by my best friends.

As I have grown older, the promise of being surrounded by people that I love, no matter where we may be, is enough for me to make any place feel like home.

Over the past month or so, this is where I have found my home- 

Where do you call home, or rather, with whom do you call home? Let me know in the comments!



An Unconventional Thank You

An Unconventional Thank You