Hi team! I think I like the more honest format of the last post, so I think I’m going to roll with it again on this one. Thoughts? Feedback? I’m here to serve y’all, tell me what you like!
Anyway! I recently moved across the country away from my friends, family, and city that I love. I have a myriad of reasons for doing this, maybe I’ll go into it in a future post. That being said, I moved without the security of a job. I know, I’m cRaZyYyYy! My professional experience is in marketing, and it’s really hard (nearly impossible) to land an early-career level marketing gig somewhere without living locally. It’s a generalized enough (but omg not generalized at all) field in which most employers have enough local options to not risk it on a far-away candidate. My cover letters were eventually, “SO I LIVE IN ATLANTA BUT I HAVE THE RESOURCES AND DESIRE TO MOVE SO PLEASE JUST TAKE A CHANCE AND TALK TO ME,” which is apparently not a good strategy. I guess employers don’t like desperation. Continue reading
Y’all, I had a post written out about why I’m choosing to be single right now. It was kind of funny, as I often try to be. But I wanted to just be real for a minute. Because this is my blog and I can do what I want, booya!
I’ve been lonely, homesick, and struggling to find self-worth these last few weeks. Moving somewhere without friends, family, or finances (the three Fs?) is HARD. I knew it would be, but it’s harder that I thought it’d be. I miss Wednesday night trivia, I miss my gym, I miss walking to my parent’s house, I miss drinking wine on my friends’ couches… there’s a lot I miss.
I know it’s been a while. Though I don’t have a real excuse, I guess I might throw out there that life has been pretty crazy. Single again, currently unemployed, and moved half-way across the country! It’s been a weird few months. An emotional roller-coaster, if you will. That being said, I’m pretty happy! Jellybean and Mister Max moved with me, as did one of my dearest, oldest friends, Jeff!
This is Jeff and me, palling around.
I have turned into what is commonly known as a workaholic. I don’t know how it happened, I don’t know when it happened, I don’t know why it happened. My job at the engineering firm is pretty awesome and pays well. Yet for the last year or so I’ve worked at least 2 other part-time paying jobs, as well as unpaid volunteer work in my “free” time. I also literally pencil people into my planner, in order to keep my days as micromanaged as possible.
No, I’m not this kind of workaholic 😦
OMG what happened to January? One blog post the whole month? Bad blogger, bad! Anyway, I’m sorry you guys. This post is inspired by my busy crazy month, so here we go!
We’ve all been there, perhaps more often than we’d like. Hangovers. If your 20s have been (or were, for you old folks) anything like mine, drinking too much just happens sometimes. There are always fun parties, celebrations, downfalls, highs and lows, ladies nights, nervous first dates, etc that provide solid reason for drinking too much. At the time it’s a lot of fun. Sometimes it’s not. It’s always kind of a bummer to find yourself sobbing in the frozen food aisle over the lack of vegetarian, gluten-free lean cuisines.
Lol, this dude.
So as some of you may know, my boo and I broke up back in November. We were together for a little over 2 years, and it was a really comfortable and solid relationship. Unfortunately, the time came for it to end.
This guy knows how it is.
This hasn’t been my easiest year on record. It DEFINITELY hasn’t been my worst (I hope it never ever ever gets as bad as the worst ever again. 2007 was a laundry list of bone-head choices and me being a shit-show on the reg). But over the last few months, I’ve been trying to identify areas in my life where I make bad/questionable choices, or embark on self-destructive behavior.
Milk was a bad choice