English Assignment circa 2019.

I believe in mothers as best friends. I believe in the healing power of a dog’s love. I believe that laughing with someone you love is one of the great joys of being alive. I believe that music is a constant companion. I believe that some of life’s greatest adventures can only be found in a book. I believe that traveling helps you not only uncover more of the world, but hidden parts of yourself. I believe in using painting as a form of therapy. I believe that there isn’t much a dinner filled with Italian and girl-talk cannot solve. I believe that the only real apology is changed behavior. I believe that there are many different forevers – some might last just for a second or two, but they still go on – forever. I believe in the power of words – not only as a form of self-expression, but to prove to you that you are not alone. I believe in sleeping in. I believe in contemporary art. I believe that you are the only one responsible for your own healing. I believe that a good sense of humor can get you through a lot of dark shit. I believe in sunrises. I believe in sunsets. I believe that there is beauty in the mundane. I believe in the magic of ghost towns. I believe in love. I believe in letting go. I believe in the Universe. I believe that cooking a meal from absolute scratch is a form of therapy. I believe in appetizers and dessert. I believe in the power of reinventing yourself. I believe in connecting with someone on a deeper level because you know them from a sister life. I believe that after each heartbreak, you must relearn who you are. Additionally, I believe that you are changed every time you have loved truly. I don’t believe in love at first sight anymore, but I believe in ‘oh, it feels like I’ve known you before’ at first sight. I believe that time is one of the great healers of life. I believe that the ocean is a profound place to bring your grief. I believe in the caress of a breeze or slight wind. I believe that rain should make you feel alive. I believe in deep conversations after midnight. I believe in car rides around the city with your playlist blasting. I believe in still purchasing your favorite movies on DVD. I believe that the emotions I feel when singing my favorite songs are unmatched by anything else. I believe in adding cheese, bacon, and avocado. I believe in squeezing a lemon or lime wedge into my coca-cola. I believe in the sense of unity attending a concert brings. I believe that my dad is the funniest person I know. I believe that I will always give my all to remain close to my baby brother. I believe that nature is a great healer. I believe that sometimes you have to get lost to be found again. I believe that unlearning a lot of the bullshit you thought was true brings you closer to who you really are. I believe that some things are unforgivable. I believe that I’ve never been kissed properly, thoroughly. I believe in the acoustic versions of songs. I believe in poetry slams. I believe that the truth will set you free, it might set some things on fire, but it will set you free.

–S.

This is how it happens.

It happens whether you want it to or not. Somehow without actively noticing it, you pick up bits and pieces of your parents. You hope for the best parts. Mom’s ability to be a better person and be nice to everyone. To see the best in others. Dad’s ability to make everyone around him laugh. The walking party.

And then there are those things that you can’t change, but maybe you could live without. Mom’s shyness. Dads temper. And then you wake up one day and you’re all of these things mixed together in a blender. And your mom tells you, you’re just like your dad. And your dad tells you, you’re just like your mom.

But they are things you can’t live without. Living and breathing examples of the people you love most. You’re a paper mache art project made by people who didn’t always know what they were doing, but did the best they could.

–S.

who is Suncica?

Welcome to my little neck of the internet woods!

Who? Hi. I’m Suncica. 33. She/Her. Bosnian-American. Gemini. Dog Mama. Big Sister. Daydreamer. Book Hugger. Wanderer. Tree Lover. Pasta Enthusiast. Beach Admirer. Finder of Beauty in all things. Hopeless Romantic. Deeper than the earth. List Maker. Wannabe Photographer, Poet, and Writer. Rain Adorer. Ceiling Fan on the Highest Setting Police. Painter. Nostalgic. Junk Journalist. Sunset Chaser. Melancholy. Thriller Movie Fan. Soulful. R&B Listener. Cokehead – as in Coca-Cola. Truth Seeker. Retail Manager.

What? Other than helping people, THIS is the only thing I’ve ever been called to do: to write about and photograph the human condition.

When? Then. Here. Now. Until Forever.

Where? Somewhere between memory lane and where the wild things are in Big City, Texas.

Why? Because I always thought that something was wrong and weird about me for feeling and seeing everything so deeply, but I’ve realized that’s how I move through the human experience and who I am at my core. There has always been a sprinkle of melancholy and a dash of beauty in everything for me. Maybe I romanticize things too much because I’ve read hundreds of books, watched too many shows and shouted thousands of song lyrics out of the window of my car, or maybe I’m just determined not to miss anything before I turn back into stardust.

How? I honestly don’t know. I’m filled with so many words that they keep spilling out.

This is for the ones with tangled hair and nostalgic hearts.

Sincerely,

Suncica