allison ernst. traveler/writer/creative

Female. Young. Passionate. Educated. Lover of candles. Born in the Northwest. Pro choice. Pro music. Pro feeling. Pro thought. Pro nostalgia. They say when you run away from home, there's only one place to go: New York

About

Female. Passionate. Northwest. North of west. North of wanderlust. Pro-choice. Pro-music. Pro-feeling. Pro-thought. Pro-nostalgia. Pro-whiskey, wine and coffee. Of course, pro-water (Hidrate Spark!). Pro-Bob Seger.

Photo on 9-19-12 at 4.33 PM #2.jpg

Five last played songs:

1. Eyes to the Wind, the War on Drugs

2. The Battle of Evermore, Led Zeppelin

3. The Rain Song, Led Zeppelin

4. The Chain, Fleetwood Mac

5. Baby Driver, Simon & Garfunkel

RJ

Shannon Victoria
#happymothersday

Shannon Victoria #happymothersday

You’ll only have a quarantine-birthday once, they said

You’ll only have a quarantine-birthday once, they said

grumpy old men

Glenelg

I sacrificed my pale Oregon skin for this photo. You’re welcome. 🦞

I sacrificed my pale Oregon skin for this photo. You’re welcome. 🦞

Airlie Beach

Brisbane

#sundaymood

I ball.

city kitty

darling, I have to be moved from afar

darling, I have to be moved from afar

you [in the morning light]

you [in the morning light]

quelle heure est-il?

quelle heure est-il?

#nationaltequiladay

#nationaltequiladay

Thank you.

and I’m proud to be an American 🎶
#lawyered

and I’m proud to be an American 🎶 #lawyered

Bluebirds all day long

Bluebirds all day long

I’m a homebody, baby.

I’m a homebody, baby.

[a time of] innocence/confidences

[a time of] innocence/confidences

Shannon Victoria
#happymothersday

You’ll only have a quarantine-birthday once, they said

grumpy old men

Glenelg

I sacrificed my pale Oregon skin for this photo. You’re welcome. 🦞

Airlie Beach

Brisbane

#sundaymood

I ball.

you [in the morning light]

quelle heure est-il?

#nationaltequiladay

Thank you.

I’m a homebody, baby.

[a time of] innocence/confidences

allison ernst

#Wine is about crafting a new global wine route, while being a lens to places that aren’t always viewed favorably. https://t.co/qvqqbhbqd9
Aug 30, 2018, 8:20 PM
allison ernst

Now playing: a movie you control with your mind - via @techreview https://t.co/aLlMdLt9dn
May 29, 2018, 3:47 PM
allison ernst

I think I would rather be different and make a difference: https://t.co/r3pJx5Pose
May 28, 2018, 5:49 PM

allison ernst. traveler/writer/creative

Female. Young. Passionate. Educated. Lover of candles. Born in the Northwest. Pro choice. Pro music. Pro feeling. Pro thought. Pro nostalgia. They say when you run away from home, there's only one place to go: New York

I don’t like writing with pens. The idea of using a pen for me is nerve-wracking; it’s too permanent. I don’t like the fact that once something is written down on paper with pen it cannot be erased; you have to scratch it out, and everyone will know that your mistake was made.

I am a senior at the University of Oregon, but this is only my second term at UO. I grew up in Oregon and after high school I decided that enough rain was enough and I moved to Tucson to attend the University of Arizona.

People always asked me why I chose Tucson. You grow tired of saying, “Oh the campus was beautiful,” and, “Well, they have a great program;” those are the answers that grandparents and your uncle’s best friends want to hear – the answers that make it seem like you really looked into the college. So finally, I started telling people the real reason I was moving to the high desert for an education. I chose UA because for all four years of my high school career, for some reason, I wore a University of Arizona sweatshirt every year on Senior Sweatshirt Day. As a freshman, sophomore, junior and senior, all the teachers who did not know who I was would walk up to me and ask “Are you going to the University of Arizona in the fall?” I would politely laugh, notice my sweatshirt and the coincidence of the spirit day it was and say, “No, I just like this sweatshirt.” Finally my senior year, it dawned on me that maybe all those times I had worn that sweatshirt in the past were signs, and maybe I should accept my acceptance to the UA. So I did.

After two and a half years of double majoring in French and Journalism, I realized that I had made a mistake. I adore the rain, and maybe my wearing that Arizona sweatshirt really was a coincidence, not a sign.

Twelve hours before my flight back to Tucson during winter break of my junior year, I broke down and begged my parents to let me not go back. Two minutes later I was a college drop out hoping I wasn’t too late or not qualified enough to attend the University of Oregon in the spring. But I was qualified enough. And even though at first I believed that staying in Arizona was a mistake – a mistake that everyone would see and hear about scratched out in thick black ink, how I was total failure at trying to make it on my own, that I was weak and only homesick, that I had wasted all that money on an education I could have received at a cheaper Resident price – it was a lovely mistake. I needed to leave Oregon and go to a place completely unfamiliar where I was alone to find out who I really was. The teachers and courses at UA were great, helpful and motivating, but the Tucson culture was just not for me. However, I needed to see and live in a culture that was completely different from Oregon’s; I needed to open my eyes from the bubble that my small hometown is in; and I needed to attend UO at the time I did, not being a freshman.

As Leonardo DiCaprio says as Jack Dawson in James Cameron’s Titanic, “and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people.”

According to a quiz I found on StumbleUpon, I’m supposed to be 37. So I guess being 21, you could say that my mind is stuck in 1996.

, Newberg, OR 97132