Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

While I have been vacation going/job quitting/school studying/company starting, I've picked up quit a few new readers. I don't know where you came from, but I love you more than you can possibly know. If you need anything, call me. Liver? (Wait... which one do I have two of? Kidney?) Whichever organ I have two of, you can have one.

That's how much I love you.

Just so you know EXACTLY what you get from emma-nation, though, I've made you some pictures. Print them out small and stick them in your wallet, print them out huge and hang them on your wall, get them tattooed on your ass, whatever. I don't judge. (That's a lie, I judge all the time. I judge like I'm being paid for it. But I won't judge YOU, obviously.)

For when you're feeling blue:

emma-nation: because we can't all stare longingly at the ocean


For when you're feeling intellectual:

emma-nation: you want meta? I'll give you meta.

Also, don't forget The Road More Travelled, a new collaborative quarter-life-crisis we're-doing-good-just-by-making-it-through-the-day blog. It's so new there aren't any posts yet, but we'll be up and running daily starting Monday. It's less about shit-that-happens-to-Emma and more about growing up, having thoughts, stuff like that. Thoughts: everyone has them. Well, mostly.

For when you're feeling snarky:

The Road More Travelled: Because really, what have YOU done with YOUR life that's so great?For when you want to know you're not alone in thinking that regular everyday things are kind of cool:

The Road More Travelled: Because sometimes? Growing your own cauliflower is exciting enough.For when you really just want another cocktail:

The Road More Travelled: Beer bellies for all!

And finally, if you feel like looking at pictures of food (and who doesn't, amirite?), you can always head over to my sad little love child of a blog Mangled Baby Duck.

Mangled Baby Duck: Because my foot is sexy.No, my sexy foot doesn't have anything to do with it being a food blog. Neither does the title, for that matter. What do you people expect from me?? God, you're so demanding sometimes.

That's it, I'm taking my kidney back.

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