Emma Wilson
Bio
Welcome to my creative outlet! I've always been a journaler, an overthinker, and quite recently I've become an environmental communicator. This is my space to release some emotions, share fond memories, and indudlge my creative thoughts.
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Waiting For Me
Someone once said that I have “the patience of a saint” while I was working as a cashier, if you have ever worked with the public you know that patience is a trait that can save your sanity. Well, patience paired with the ability to never take things too personal, and/or the ability to forget everything that happened from clock-in to clock-out. At the time all I said was thank you, but now I realize this trait is more of a skill and it’s a skill I’ve been honing most of my life.
By Emma Wilson3 years ago in Journal
The Power of Water
After a relatively brief yet painfully long hiatus, I was able to get back to hiking and exploring the DMV area. The weather was ideal for a challenging hike, mostly cloudy and about 70 degrees, but the hike I chose wasn’t going to be all that challenging. My boyfriend finally agreed to come with me, after what felt like months of asking every weekend since I sold my car. I wanted him to come with me for quality time together but I mostly needed a ride. With such moderate weather on my side, I chose a hike that was less than two miles and climbed less than 150 feet in elevation to be sure I didn't sour the experience for him. We drove 40 minutes to Prince William National Forest and took the scenic drive around the park to find the nearest lot to the trail and get a lay of the land.
By Emma Wilson3 years ago in Earth
Hidden in the City
When life brought me to Alexandria, VA, I was excited about moving to a big city that boasts the honor of being named one of the coolest cities to live in. I was excited to move into our beautiful apartment, across the street from a quaint little park and a moment's walk from the “Kiss and Ride” metro station. I looked forward to window shopping on King Street, quick trips to D.C., and endless new eateries to discover.
By Emma Wilson4 years ago in Earth
Transient Lullaby
The first half of my childhood was spent in a little white house with a picket fence to match at the very end of a dead-end road. It was a quiet neighborhood, rural and residential. Baby Lane mirrored Oak Orchard Creek and was stopped by a small stream flowing toward the water. Behind the stream was a thick wall of farmland, property that built the economy of the town decades before and continues to nourish it to this day. I’ve always had trouble sleeping, but if I opened my window just a few inches I could hear the waterfall in the small ravine that separated my yard from the neighbors on the other side. The natural borders surrounding my home provided privacy, which in turn provided peace of mind.
By Emma Wilson4 years ago in Humans
"New Adult"
In May of 2021, I graduated college. After five years, three different universities, and three majors I got my Bachelor’s. Now, quickly approaching a year after graduation, I’m still not working in my field. Family is of course politely asking “do you have any feelers out there,” or sometimes impolitely asking “how come you’re not doing anything environmental?” My response is usually something like “I’m happy with my job now” or “I am doing environmental things I’m just not getting paid for it.” What I really want to say is “Yeah, I know what you’re thinking and I think I’m wasting my life too.”
By Emma Wilson4 years ago in Journal
Archie-bold and truly gritty
Archibald was a scruffy little puppy when we brought him home, he couldn't have weighed more than a pound when he met his new brother and I. Bruno, my 65 pound mutt and farm dog extraordinaire, took this little scrap of a puppy under his wing unenthusiastically at first. As cute as he was, Bruno wasn't the only one with doubts, little Archie had big pawprints to fill to say the least. Bruno had been my best friend and favorite adventurer for a long time, he was serious about his job and explored every inch of trail with all he had. If we're talking size, he had alot more than the tiny ball of scruff looking up to him.
By Emma Wilson4 years ago in Petlife
