Janine Walker
Bio
I'm Janine, a 27 y/o a free spirited and opinionated, extrovert that loves travelling, changing my hairstyles, storytelling and musical theater. Currently traveling the world as a digital nomad, and trying to navigate life.
Stories (9/0)
Musical Memories
Track 1: The Letter – From the Original Cast of Billy Elliot I remember being in choir in high school and having the opportunity to get tickets to the theater during the holiday season. Whoever signed up would go to the play house and sing in the lobby nestled between a piano and a huge Christmas tree, that couldn’t have been any shorter than 12 feet tall. We sang some carols and some hymns about the birth of Jesus. As the show was about to begin, we were then escorted to the second row in the theater and we sat down to watched the show. I’ll always remember my first time seeing Billy Elliot. After seeing that show I added the soundtrack to my “musicals” playlist and would revisit it daily until it only became every once in a while.
By Janine Walker11 months ago in Beat
It Could Be Anyone
When we don’t talk for a while I assume our most recent conversation was our very last. Obsessively, I re-read the last few messages. Trying to determine where you lost interest. Have I shared too much of myself or not nearly enough? Attempting to convince myself, that he's just some guy.
By Janine Walker12 months ago in Fiction
Rent's Going to Be Late (Again)
He always imagined what it would be like to not have to worry all the time. Worried about next month’s medication costs, or if he can make the bag of rice stretch until pay day. He had support from his family, but they weren’t in any position to help right now, and he hated feeling like a burden. He was firm in his belief that these moments were only temporary. Money comes, and money goes. But recently he’d been getting really desperate. The end of the month was approaching. And although he was able to convince his roommate to hold off on paying rent until the end of the week, he was still nearly $600 short on what he owed that month. He sat himself down and brainstormed every idea that could possibly make him money between now and when rent was due, no matter how far fetched it was.
By Janine Walker3 years ago in Fiction
Know Thy Neighbor
I pretty much do the same thing everyday. I wake up around 1pm, lay in bed for about an hour while snacking on something from my bedside table. Once I’m bored enough of my phone I get up and wash my face, brush my teeth, the usual morning routine, then I come back to my room. I have some many plans and thoughts and dreams, but I feel like I need something external from myself to give me that push, to get me started in the right direction. I’ve reached out to psychic mediums and tarot readers. I’ve bought oracle decks and crystals and have even charged them under the moonlight in order to “activate” their powers. I’ve attempted reading more books in order to spark inspiration from a character. But I’m still here in my bed, where I’ve been for that past few weeks.
By Janine Walker3 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Side of Chocolate
Why didn’t anyone tell me red velvet is basically chocolate cake dyed a deep crimson color and layered with smooth cream cheese icing? I’ve typically been one to choose vanilla over chocolate, and I’d proudly profess my aversion to the cocoa bean byproduct. I once took a chocolate making class as an elective in college and It only made me dislike chocolate even more, especially dark chocolate. I learned all about the process of how it’s made, from the harvesting of the cocoa bean in countries like Ivory Coast and Ghana to the table of master chocolatiers in Germany and Switzerland.
By Janine Walker3 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of a Black Girl in Thailand
It honestly felt like the hottest place on earth. Once the airport doors slid open and I took my first breath of Bangkok smog I was simultaneously choked up by the hot, thick, humidity of the atmosphere, but I loved it. I think I was an island dweller in a past life from the way I’m obsessed with being warm. As someone who grew up in Northeastern Ohio where cancelled school due to lake effect snow was a common occurrence throughout my upbringing, the promise of hot, sunshine filled days, even in the middle of December felt like a blessing to me.
By Janine Walker3 years ago in Wander
My Craft is Not a Choice, it's My Culture
I thought I had lost my passion for crafting. Throughout my life, crafting and creativity has always been a major facet of all my hobbies and interests. Pat Catan, Jo-Ann, and Michael were some of my closest friends. In elementary school I got my first Singer brand sewing machine for Christmas, such an exciting and intricate piece of technology for a 9-year-old. With time and encouragement, my mom successfully taught me how to thread my bobbins, cut my patterns, and how to steadily control the foot pedal. I soon began creating my own clothes. I would repurpose old outfits I felt were outdated and upcycled them. I grew up during the fashion transition from bell bottoms to skinny jeans, and from low rise skirts to high waisted. and therefore I spent my weekends marking up, pinning, and cutting my purple corduroy Children’s Place bell bottoms into skinny jeans. Now the first pair, I admit was a bit too tight after forgetting to account for the seam allowance, but I got the hang of it after ruining only three pairs of perfectly good pants. Eventually, I started a small business designing and sewing doggy beds for my mom’s co-workers. I would personalize the doggy beds with iron on letters of the dog’s name. I added tassels on the corners for a bit of tug-of-war fun. And I created a small fabric tag with my initials sewn on it, J.W., for my trademark. I was so proud of what I was able to accomplish with a vision and my own two hands.
By Janine Walker3 years ago in Blush
