I am knee deep in my first New England Summer. It's blazing hot, humidity sticks and frizzes my hair, everywhere inside is air conditioned but the drastic change in temperatures causes goose bumps and chills and it's so warm and still at night one can barely sleep. Even though this sounds absolutely miserable, the summer is actually okay. The adjustment of this being my first "working" summer as in there is no transition between work and vacation and it's just as it was before and yet the season has changed, was clearly difficult. I found myself longing for Mountain Camp, longing for summer vacation and longing for what used to be. Fortunately my mindset has yet again changed and I'm yet again grateful for where I currently am and wouldn't take any steps backwards.
We have filled our summer, thus far, with pool sides, long days at the beach, escapes to the Cape, late night BBQs, lots of frozen yogurt and spending every moment we can outside. My golden tan and glow is worth the melting, sweltering heat. And somewhere between sunshine and seashores, K and I celebrated our one year anniversary! A place in my life I never thought I'd be, with a boy I never thought I deserved, we looked back on this first year and enjoyed a night of harbor side seafood and music-less dancing in the park.
The change in seasons and change in weather has made this first year in Boston come full circle. Crazy to think back how cold it was, how the city was constantly covered in a down comforter of snow and sunshine seemed nearly impossible. But like all good things, the wait is worth it and so we devour each day (and secretly hope winter never comes again).
So, of course, I am and have always been a planner so there are always things cooking in my agenda. I wade in the present and absorb each moment but I get such a high out of planning my future and watching it unravel. The immediate future is somewhat expected- we are off to Vermont next weekend for friendly reunions and K's comedy show and then our highly anticipated visit to California is just 17 days away. The return to the west coast is just what I have been craving and just what I am needing. With a recent diagnosis of homesickness, I need California and all her glory to recharge my soul.
Upon our return to Boston, K and I are moving in together (!!!!!!!!!!!!) and our next chapter begins. We have future chapters planned- some in the near future and some off the map but for the first time I'm making all these plans with someone besides myself. And it's crazy because they are real plans and somehow these real/adult/big girl plans are not scaring me. As we plan for a move in 9 months (location to be revealed later but you can probably guess where...) I am thrilled and beyond excited to start making these steps together. Individually I am still making moves and plans to move up in my career- little acts of magic have already begun and the dreams are becoming more clear and attainable. Whatever happens, I'll be sharing the details. For better or worse.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Keep The Change
Am I just now beginning to understand that life is all about adapting and transforming into a myriad of changes that come your way? Maybe... and if I look at it this way then bring it on.With everything changing from seasons to living spaces to my hair color, it seems that the only way to survive is to set your sails and take a deep breath. Oh and maybe grab a lifevest.
As for my monthly flashback and reflection, things have been amazing, fortunately like always. My birthday was the best one yet filled with friends and brunch, gluten free cake and beach themed presents, the Blue Man Group rave and dance party, flowers and surprises and a bittersweet reminder that, in fact, I am getting older. As the temperatures began to rise into the 80's, Kev and I headed south to New York City- the center of the universe (or so RENT claims). My favorite NYC trip yet included English futbol, exploring a barge that is now a bar on the Chelsea Pier, all day BBQ in Brooklyn, comedy shows in Queens and, of course, we hit up Serendipity, Dylan's Candy Shop and Dash (however, no Kardashians were in sight). The long weekend was greatly enjoyed as was the 4 day work week.
This past weekend was jam packed with my first visit to the Gillette stadium (where the Pats play) and we saw the USA v. Spain soccer game. For someone who once was taught to chant, "we ain't playing no soccer!!" I seem to be making this sport my new interest. Brazil 2014 anyone? As if Saturday wasn't filled with my intake of thousands of people and fans, my girl friends and I put on our cowboy boots and headed to the Comcast Cast Center for the Jason Aldean and Eric Church concert. Afternoon BBQ, big trucks, fast cars and freedom, it was quite the sight to see. Dancing all night and soaking in the first concert of the summer left me with a little twang and thirsty for more.
Now this all leads to the changes and the things learned thus far. The highlights worth noting: sometimes having difficult conversations ease the pain and clear up any messy situation. I believe The Fray once said, "sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same." Corny but true. Number 2- food allergies lead to deficiencies and deficiencies lead to unhealthy lifestyles. That being said, I've started to eat chicken again and am actually enjoying it. (I can actually hear Lexi cheer from California). And my final thoughts- the sun is finally setting in, work is calming over and things that once seemed hectic now are routine and the daily countdown to CA is almost acceptable to begin. Taking it one day at a time and learning to love each of these warm summer days. So I'll keep the change- it keeps me on my toes and makes life just a little more interesting.
As for my monthly flashback and reflection, things have been amazing, fortunately like always. My birthday was the best one yet filled with friends and brunch, gluten free cake and beach themed presents, the Blue Man Group rave and dance party, flowers and surprises and a bittersweet reminder that, in fact, I am getting older. As the temperatures began to rise into the 80's, Kev and I headed south to New York City- the center of the universe (or so RENT claims). My favorite NYC trip yet included English futbol, exploring a barge that is now a bar on the Chelsea Pier, all day BBQ in Brooklyn, comedy shows in Queens and, of course, we hit up Serendipity, Dylan's Candy Shop and Dash (however, no Kardashians were in sight). The long weekend was greatly enjoyed as was the 4 day work week.
This past weekend was jam packed with my first visit to the Gillette stadium (where the Pats play) and we saw the USA v. Spain soccer game. For someone who once was taught to chant, "we ain't playing no soccer!!" I seem to be making this sport my new interest. Brazil 2014 anyone? As if Saturday wasn't filled with my intake of thousands of people and fans, my girl friends and I put on our cowboy boots and headed to the Comcast Cast Center for the Jason Aldean and Eric Church concert. Afternoon BBQ, big trucks, fast cars and freedom, it was quite the sight to see. Dancing all night and soaking in the first concert of the summer left me with a little twang and thirsty for more.
Now this all leads to the changes and the things learned thus far. The highlights worth noting: sometimes having difficult conversations ease the pain and clear up any messy situation. I believe The Fray once said, "sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same." Corny but true. Number 2- food allergies lead to deficiencies and deficiencies lead to unhealthy lifestyles. That being said, I've started to eat chicken again and am actually enjoying it. (I can actually hear Lexi cheer from California). And my final thoughts- the sun is finally setting in, work is calming over and things that once seemed hectic now are routine and the daily countdown to CA is almost acceptable to begin. Taking it one day at a time and learning to love each of these warm summer days. So I'll keep the change- it keeps me on my toes and makes life just a little more interesting.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
We're Gonna Come Together, We're Gonna Celebrate
"To deny one's age is to deny you've survived." I stumbled upon this quote during my morning ritual of coffee and blogging before hurrying off to another busy day at work. Days later, I've analyzed it, digested it and figured it was the perfect opportunity to look at this past year of ultimate survival.
As I get ready to embark on another year of life, I'm sad to say goodbye to number 22 as it's my lucky number and really the age so sweetly rolls off the tongue. 23 sounds odd, static and still. When I first heard the for-mentioned quote, I decided I would just do 22 again and catch up next year with 24. But wait, is that not how it works?
Besides 22 being my lucky, ever so fabulous sounding year, it will be a big chapter to close and thus the reflecting begins. A year ago I was still living in Boulder- sitting on the porch, soaking in the summer rays, banana popsicles and midnight swing rides consumed my days. I was getting ready to leave my college stomping ground and head off into the real world. The birthday was magical- just refer to the post about it... and as the blog shows the following months of camp, moving, different jobs, different feelings and finally finding a pace of life that works. If only it had been that easy- if only I could have had an advance look at my own blog and known that really it would be okay. But hell the journey has been well worth it and I'd do it all again (but maybe with a cuter winter coat?)
So here I am- a survivor of another year, the first year and yet have so many more bumps to hit. However, I don't want smooth sailing because where's the fun in that? The happy middle is focusing on the present. Presently I am sitting in my bed, reruns of Gossip Girl whispers in the background, the newest edition of US Weekly rests on my night side table along with fresh pink and orange sunflowers that just had to be purchased today. After a fabulous, much needed weekend in Rhode Island, I gave myself a much needed me day and indulged in stress free shopping, gluten free granola and ok fine I bought gluten free but not meat free hot dogs... dabbled in trash tv at the gym and made endless skype calls to people far from this Boston rain. This selfish behavior might continue throughout the week as Kev is currently "working" in Vegas but hey it's my party and I can cry if I want to (clearly tears of happiness).
After much reflection and letting go of my stubborn ways, 23 will be welcomed and no denial is made. Who knows what this next year will bring- I'll be moving in with that very special someone and moving up in my crazy yet wonderful job. This year is more unknown but recently the unknown steps have become my favorite. For someone who was once a planner, I've taken a big liking for the mystery and unplanned road. They'll be east coast roads, that I am sure, but everything in between shall be patiently awaited.
As I get ready to embark on another year of life, I'm sad to say goodbye to number 22 as it's my lucky number and really the age so sweetly rolls off the tongue. 23 sounds odd, static and still. When I first heard the for-mentioned quote, I decided I would just do 22 again and catch up next year with 24. But wait, is that not how it works?
Besides 22 being my lucky, ever so fabulous sounding year, it will be a big chapter to close and thus the reflecting begins. A year ago I was still living in Boulder- sitting on the porch, soaking in the summer rays, banana popsicles and midnight swing rides consumed my days. I was getting ready to leave my college stomping ground and head off into the real world. The birthday was magical- just refer to the post about it... and as the blog shows the following months of camp, moving, different jobs, different feelings and finally finding a pace of life that works. If only it had been that easy- if only I could have had an advance look at my own blog and known that really it would be okay. But hell the journey has been well worth it and I'd do it all again (but maybe with a cuter winter coat?)
So here I am- a survivor of another year, the first year and yet have so many more bumps to hit. However, I don't want smooth sailing because where's the fun in that? The happy middle is focusing on the present. Presently I am sitting in my bed, reruns of Gossip Girl whispers in the background, the newest edition of US Weekly rests on my night side table along with fresh pink and orange sunflowers that just had to be purchased today. After a fabulous, much needed weekend in Rhode Island, I gave myself a much needed me day and indulged in stress free shopping, gluten free granola and ok fine I bought gluten free but not meat free hot dogs... dabbled in trash tv at the gym and made endless skype calls to people far from this Boston rain. This selfish behavior might continue throughout the week as Kev is currently "working" in Vegas but hey it's my party and I can cry if I want to (clearly tears of happiness).
After much reflection and letting go of my stubborn ways, 23 will be welcomed and no denial is made. Who knows what this next year will bring- I'll be moving in with that very special someone and moving up in my crazy yet wonderful job. This year is more unknown but recently the unknown steps have become my favorite. For someone who was once a planner, I've taken a big liking for the mystery and unplanned road. They'll be east coast roads, that I am sure, but everything in between shall be patiently awaited.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Father of the Bostonian
April has been filled with showers and no promises for May flowers, northeast roadtrips, birthdays, marathons, a much needed visitor from California and a collection of deep breaths that somehow has turned into a healthy habit.
Someone once told me that when you always complain about the weather you have truly become a northeastern. Well, if the shoe fits and this shoe is a rainboot and snowboot that is craving a sandal. At work, we talk about the weather five hundred times a day and somewhere between those mindless conversations I've just accepted that it's cold, it will always be cold and that is the end of that.
In attempt to escape the weather, we headed to Portland, Maine to explore an area I've only seen postcards of and celebrate 25 years of Kev's life. The weather was warmer than expected and the town cuter than imagined. Filled with lighthouses, seafood, cobblestone roads and a love for the local mentality, the getaway was much needed and much appreciated. We ate delicious scallops and shrimp (oh yes I'm a pescatarian now...) and found a wonderful gluten free cafe for Sunday brunch. With full bellies and another state marked off on my bucket list, we headed back to Boston just in time to meet my brother, my one day sister-in-law and a family friend visiting from New York. As the sun set on another magical weekend, we sipped margs and laughed of our Novato days. A sweet reminder that the past is never erased even when you move far from it.
As the week continued, I had one thing on my mind- my best friend, my hero, my own George Banks was on his way to Boston. After celebrating Kev's actual birthday with silly presents and a typical trip to our favorite bookstore, my dad flew into Logan as I skipped all the way down the terminal to meet him. Sunday was filled with meeting families and friends over scrumptious cuisine and strolling the streets while thousands others joined who had flown in for Marathon Monday. The North End was packed as runners craved their carbs and I just craved for more time. Monday brought sunshine, my first sunburn of the season and the whole day with my dad. Granted we were cheering on Taylor (who flew like a Kenyan and finished with 3:11) I can't remember the last time it was just us. Our simple conversations were filled with meaning and memories. There were no doubts in life, just happiness and ease. As I've gotten older, we've become even better friends and somehow, even though we are miles apart, there is no one that knows me like he does.
Like all things, the weekend ended, the celebrations ceased and my pops returned to the Golden State. Luckily he got to peek into work and see where I spend my time. Even though I call him my friend there still is part of me that will always seek his approval of my life and decisions. Showing him this- showing him everything I've created for myself out here just made it more complete and more real. It also made me wish we could do a weekend brunch every weekend but I suppose skype will suffice for now.
So those deep breaths I was talking about- those sighs that remind me that everything is going to be okay- they occur much more often. They're almost natural. I'm no longer blindly searching for something but I think I've found my niche. I've got my routine but I'm ready for a little detour if it shows up. My days quickly pass with my favorite co-workers who really are just friends that work in the same company as me and I'm still cooking even though I discovered I'm allergic to basically every food group out there. In this journey, I don't know where exactly I am but I'm moving. And the progression is all that counts- it's the process not the destination that builds character. And these speed bumps are actually needed- someone once said time is only necessary so that everything doesn't happen at once. It's all happening and I'll take the good, the bad, the ugly and the magic. The beauty, the rise, the fall and everything in between.
Someone once told me that when you always complain about the weather you have truly become a northeastern. Well, if the shoe fits and this shoe is a rainboot and snowboot that is craving a sandal. At work, we talk about the weather five hundred times a day and somewhere between those mindless conversations I've just accepted that it's cold, it will always be cold and that is the end of that.
In attempt to escape the weather, we headed to Portland, Maine to explore an area I've only seen postcards of and celebrate 25 years of Kev's life. The weather was warmer than expected and the town cuter than imagined. Filled with lighthouses, seafood, cobblestone roads and a love for the local mentality, the getaway was much needed and much appreciated. We ate delicious scallops and shrimp (oh yes I'm a pescatarian now...) and found a wonderful gluten free cafe for Sunday brunch. With full bellies and another state marked off on my bucket list, we headed back to Boston just in time to meet my brother, my one day sister-in-law and a family friend visiting from New York. As the sun set on another magical weekend, we sipped margs and laughed of our Novato days. A sweet reminder that the past is never erased even when you move far from it.
As the week continued, I had one thing on my mind- my best friend, my hero, my own George Banks was on his way to Boston. After celebrating Kev's actual birthday with silly presents and a typical trip to our favorite bookstore, my dad flew into Logan as I skipped all the way down the terminal to meet him. Sunday was filled with meeting families and friends over scrumptious cuisine and strolling the streets while thousands others joined who had flown in for Marathon Monday. The North End was packed as runners craved their carbs and I just craved for more time. Monday brought sunshine, my first sunburn of the season and the whole day with my dad. Granted we were cheering on Taylor (who flew like a Kenyan and finished with 3:11) I can't remember the last time it was just us. Our simple conversations were filled with meaning and memories. There were no doubts in life, just happiness and ease. As I've gotten older, we've become even better friends and somehow, even though we are miles apart, there is no one that knows me like he does.
Like all things, the weekend ended, the celebrations ceased and my pops returned to the Golden State. Luckily he got to peek into work and see where I spend my time. Even though I call him my friend there still is part of me that will always seek his approval of my life and decisions. Showing him this- showing him everything I've created for myself out here just made it more complete and more real. It also made me wish we could do a weekend brunch every weekend but I suppose skype will suffice for now.
So those deep breaths I was talking about- those sighs that remind me that everything is going to be okay- they occur much more often. They're almost natural. I'm no longer blindly searching for something but I think I've found my niche. I've got my routine but I'm ready for a little detour if it shows up. My days quickly pass with my favorite co-workers who really are just friends that work in the same company as me and I'm still cooking even though I discovered I'm allergic to basically every food group out there. In this journey, I don't know where exactly I am but I'm moving. And the progression is all that counts- it's the process not the destination that builds character. And these speed bumps are actually needed- someone once said time is only necessary so that everything doesn't happen at once. It's all happening and I'll take the good, the bad, the ugly and the magic. The beauty, the rise, the fall and everything in between.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Weekend Getaways & Getting What You Want
Ending my weekend on an actually-looking-forward-to-the-week magical mood and decided that's when updates seem the most fresh and real.
We spent the weekend in Burlington, Vermont- my third visit to the Green Mountain State since I began my east coast residency. 48 hours of belly-hurting laughter, delicious food, farmers markets and unbelievably good squash pickles, surprising sunshine, mountain camp reunions with my favorite waterfront staff and a blissful reminder that change is not always a bad thing.
Prior to the weekend getaway, I had a wonderful week at work (a pattern that keeps occurring and can stay). I am, dare I say, really good at my job. Talks of moving up have been whispered but I am keeping my feet firm in the teller line (for now). My coworkers and management team continue to make the day sail through and so far I've actually looked forward to each day. Between quoting Mean Girls, discussing March Madness (my bracket is dead after this weekend...) and planning our weekends together, I have to remind myself it's work- I'm getting paid. Does it get much better?
As for my honest update on post grad progress, I'd like to say I am in the final round. With May creeping upon us and the one year mark of college (cause then I'm not a post grad right?), I have begun to see the steps made and the path I took to get here. In this mess of moving and starting over, breakdowns became the new black and I was extremely fashionable (does the metaphor even work?) But as I listened to a recent friend describe her crash and rise in the post college market, I realized these breakdowns are our tickets to the breakthrough. Each breakdown, each time has brought me here- a place I'm comfortable in and ready to tackle any future derails. They're coming but we're ready.
As for my concluding reflections... Returning to Vermont always includes seeing Kevin's college friends- all of whom have graciously accepted me without question into their ever so tightly knit group of friends. After rounds of "the question game", cans of cheap consumption and a family style Italian meal, smaller conversations of more serious manner began to arise. The future, the next step seemed to be the hot topic. A town that once served a college purpose, quickly became home for these Vermonters but after 3 years of post grad living, the next step is coming into view. It seems everyone is eager to pack up and start the next portion of life. No one is afraid and no one is worried about the friendships that have lasted 7 years. It's exciting to hear their dreams and plans and know that no matter where they are, they'll always have each other. As cheesy as I have just become, it's touching and the solid truth. I moved away and have been blessed to have kept in contact with my core friends. Whether they're back in California both Northern and Southern, sailing around the globe, rising in Chicago sales, dominating in Texas or dreaming of their future steps, we've managed to keep the bonds strong.
I'm constantly reminded that distance means nothing and does not erase what once was. We're just all moving along together and more weekends, like this one, will occur and remind us, as the ever so inspiring and always quotable Carrie Bradshaw once said, "It's good to know that the ones you love will always be in your heart. And if you're very lucky, only a plane ride away".
We spent the weekend in Burlington, Vermont- my third visit to the Green Mountain State since I began my east coast residency. 48 hours of belly-hurting laughter, delicious food, farmers markets and unbelievably good squash pickles, surprising sunshine, mountain camp reunions with my favorite waterfront staff and a blissful reminder that change is not always a bad thing.
Prior to the weekend getaway, I had a wonderful week at work (a pattern that keeps occurring and can stay). I am, dare I say, really good at my job. Talks of moving up have been whispered but I am keeping my feet firm in the teller line (for now). My coworkers and management team continue to make the day sail through and so far I've actually looked forward to each day. Between quoting Mean Girls, discussing March Madness (my bracket is dead after this weekend...) and planning our weekends together, I have to remind myself it's work- I'm getting paid. Does it get much better?
As for my honest update on post grad progress, I'd like to say I am in the final round. With May creeping upon us and the one year mark of college (cause then I'm not a post grad right?), I have begun to see the steps made and the path I took to get here. In this mess of moving and starting over, breakdowns became the new black and I was extremely fashionable (does the metaphor even work?) But as I listened to a recent friend describe her crash and rise in the post college market, I realized these breakdowns are our tickets to the breakthrough. Each breakdown, each time has brought me here- a place I'm comfortable in and ready to tackle any future derails. They're coming but we're ready.
As for my concluding reflections... Returning to Vermont always includes seeing Kevin's college friends- all of whom have graciously accepted me without question into their ever so tightly knit group of friends. After rounds of "the question game", cans of cheap consumption and a family style Italian meal, smaller conversations of more serious manner began to arise. The future, the next step seemed to be the hot topic. A town that once served a college purpose, quickly became home for these Vermonters but after 3 years of post grad living, the next step is coming into view. It seems everyone is eager to pack up and start the next portion of life. No one is afraid and no one is worried about the friendships that have lasted 7 years. It's exciting to hear their dreams and plans and know that no matter where they are, they'll always have each other. As cheesy as I have just become, it's touching and the solid truth. I moved away and have been blessed to have kept in contact with my core friends. Whether they're back in California both Northern and Southern, sailing around the globe, rising in Chicago sales, dominating in Texas or dreaming of their future steps, we've managed to keep the bonds strong.
I'm constantly reminded that distance means nothing and does not erase what once was. We're just all moving along together and more weekends, like this one, will occur and remind us, as the ever so inspiring and always quotable Carrie Bradshaw once said, "It's good to know that the ones you love will always be in your heart. And if you're very lucky, only a plane ride away".
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Journey to Spring
If the Boston winter season was the Dipsea race, we'd be heading into Cardiac. For all you non-Marin-ites, that means the end is near, you've hit that moment you've waited for and finally a downhill, a relief and a sweet reminder of why you're doing this whole thing. But oh wait, before we get to the beach, the warm weather and the blissful payoff, there's one more climb. There's one more snowfall and one more bitter month of cold. But you keep reminding yourself that it's coming to an end and suddenly the whole process doesn't seem so bad. Hell, you'd do it again and because you've toughened it out, you're stronger and you're gonna appreciate that summer glow, wave crashing, green grass between your barefoot toes more than ever.
Shall I continue the race metaphor...
Let's just take note of this journey. I am knee deep in my new job and loving it. I actually enjoy getting up early and taking the T to the financial district, storming the streets in my black heels, high waisted skirt and matching jacket and Starbucks Americano in hand. Strides of pride lead me into the Bank of America headquarters for the better half of my day. Hours of standing and correcting my posture leaves me feeling restless and used by the end of the day but... I like it. I have never felt so accomplished and yes I'm at the bottom and yes I have a lot to learn but I'm so intrigued and so eager to keep moving. My favorite cliche has never applied more- endless opportunities. Who would have thought I'd enter the banking world and not only like it but strive to learn more about it. I can only go up and it's going to be an amazing ride.
Besides this teasing spring weather, Boston is finally, dare I say, becoming my home. Celtics games, awaiting Red Sox season and yes I slipped and said 'wicked' the other day but it's finally somewhere I'm calling my own. A feeling so desperately craved and finally beginning to achieve.
Now that my life has naturally smoothed through all the chaos, I'm able to ponder the future and not stress into oblivion. I am able to start planning weekend summer trips (yay Texas!!!) and start acting like a big girl. I am actually making this little thing called a budget and sticking to it. I am years, decades, ok lifetimes slash never am I going to... severe my ties with the west but I'm making footprints out east. This real world thing is much easier when taken day by day but for now, for this current day, I'm doing the best I can and I suppose that's enough.
Shall I continue the race metaphor...
Let's just take note of this journey. I am knee deep in my new job and loving it. I actually enjoy getting up early and taking the T to the financial district, storming the streets in my black heels, high waisted skirt and matching jacket and Starbucks Americano in hand. Strides of pride lead me into the Bank of America headquarters for the better half of my day. Hours of standing and correcting my posture leaves me feeling restless and used by the end of the day but... I like it. I have never felt so accomplished and yes I'm at the bottom and yes I have a lot to learn but I'm so intrigued and so eager to keep moving. My favorite cliche has never applied more- endless opportunities. Who would have thought I'd enter the banking world and not only like it but strive to learn more about it. I can only go up and it's going to be an amazing ride.
Besides this teasing spring weather, Boston is finally, dare I say, becoming my home. Celtics games, awaiting Red Sox season and yes I slipped and said 'wicked' the other day but it's finally somewhere I'm calling my own. A feeling so desperately craved and finally beginning to achieve.
Now that my life has naturally smoothed through all the chaos, I'm able to ponder the future and not stress into oblivion. I am able to start planning weekend summer trips (yay Texas!!!) and start acting like a big girl. I am actually making this little thing called a budget and sticking to it. I am years, decades, ok lifetimes slash never am I going to... severe my ties with the west but I'm making footprints out east. This real world thing is much easier when taken day by day but for now, for this current day, I'm doing the best I can and I suppose that's enough.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Growth Spurt
Rather than explaining where I've been, let's just jump into my favorite form of blogging digestion: bullet points.
- The first month of the new year has come and gone. Filled with my best friend's visit for new years, a new job, a trip to California to celebrate 100 fabulous years of Great Grandma Vi's life and a new reality slash look on my personal life. Where to begin... I decided to job hunt in the beginning of December- bless the preschool and all its generosity but it was not the right fit. I have no desire to enter early education and within 2 months, I felt that I had hit the ceiling and there was no room for growth. Making no money and a horrible commute, I took the first step forward. By January 3rd, I had an offer for a tour management job that seemed like a perfect fit. I left the school and went out on the limb only to be fooled and disappointed. What seemed like a fabulous job leading to a new career, ended up being a nonprofessional scheme that I had fallen into. Fortunately my detective skills spotted the red flags and I backed out as soon as possible. Leaving left me feeling proud of my decision, confident in myself but also predictably unemployed.
- Round two of unemployed has been very different than 4 months ago. This time around I'm holding my head high, I take caution with Craigslist (and highly advise against it), I am filled with faith that it will all work out and I am monitoring my finances like a real champ. My life is much more grounded and the chaos and worry that overwhelmed me last time simply does not exist. These past 2 weeks I have been clearly job hunting but also dabbling in personal favorites like writing, working out, watching trash TV, reading books that have sat on my shelf for months and spending snow days wrapped up with Kevin and his family playing board games and lying in the copious amounts of snow that are doomed to never go away. Rather than sit around and worry about life, I feel like I'm out there living it. I've taken up a new interest in cooking- I actually found a recipe in a magazine and made it! This is a huge step for me seeing as I usually heat up frozen veggies, add BBQ sauce and call it a day. You can see my tasty, so simple yet so delightful creation below- egg whites with tomato and onion served in a pleated, whole wheat tortilla. Topped off with the much needed Cholula.
- So all in all this year is still wonderful and I am glowing from this personal growth. I have always preached this behavior but for the first time I am doing it myself. For the first time, I'm completely confident in my decision to live in Boston. I no longer question why I'm here or if I should escape to California even though that's the easier road. I feel very strong about my last job interview- it would be a great stepping stone, a manageable commute and somewhere I could continue to grow. And if I don't get it- I'm not worried. There are opportunities arising everyday and the right one will come along in due time.
- In final thoughts, as mentioned a year ago, Valentine's Day is my 2nd favorite holiday. A day dedicated to love, conversation hearts, red and pink sparkles and, of course, my baby brother's birthday. A day so special I'll save it for another post.
- The first month of the new year has come and gone. Filled with my best friend's visit for new years, a new job, a trip to California to celebrate 100 fabulous years of Great Grandma Vi's life and a new reality slash look on my personal life. Where to begin... I decided to job hunt in the beginning of December- bless the preschool and all its generosity but it was not the right fit. I have no desire to enter early education and within 2 months, I felt that I had hit the ceiling and there was no room for growth. Making no money and a horrible commute, I took the first step forward. By January 3rd, I had an offer for a tour management job that seemed like a perfect fit. I left the school and went out on the limb only to be fooled and disappointed. What seemed like a fabulous job leading to a new career, ended up being a nonprofessional scheme that I had fallen into. Fortunately my detective skills spotted the red flags and I backed out as soon as possible. Leaving left me feeling proud of my decision, confident in myself but also predictably unemployed.
- Round two of unemployed has been very different than 4 months ago. This time around I'm holding my head high, I take caution with Craigslist (and highly advise against it), I am filled with faith that it will all work out and I am monitoring my finances like a real champ. My life is much more grounded and the chaos and worry that overwhelmed me last time simply does not exist. These past 2 weeks I have been clearly job hunting but also dabbling in personal favorites like writing, working out, watching trash TV, reading books that have sat on my shelf for months and spending snow days wrapped up with Kevin and his family playing board games and lying in the copious amounts of snow that are doomed to never go away. Rather than sit around and worry about life, I feel like I'm out there living it. I've taken up a new interest in cooking- I actually found a recipe in a magazine and made it! This is a huge step for me seeing as I usually heat up frozen veggies, add BBQ sauce and call it a day. You can see my tasty, so simple yet so delightful creation below- egg whites with tomato and onion served in a pleated, whole wheat tortilla. Topped off with the much needed Cholula.
- So all in all this year is still wonderful and I am glowing from this personal growth. I have always preached this behavior but for the first time I am doing it myself. For the first time, I'm completely confident in my decision to live in Boston. I no longer question why I'm here or if I should escape to California even though that's the easier road. I feel very strong about my last job interview- it would be a great stepping stone, a manageable commute and somewhere I could continue to grow. And if I don't get it- I'm not worried. There are opportunities arising everyday and the right one will come along in due time.
- In final thoughts, as mentioned a year ago, Valentine's Day is my 2nd favorite holiday. A day dedicated to love, conversation hearts, red and pink sparkles and, of course, my baby brother's birthday. A day so special I'll save it for another post.
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