At 24, I would say that my life is peppered with wonderful unpredictability. My career is budding, I rent my home so that relocation is always a possibility, I prefer to make decisions on a whim, and I am happy. Currently, the only stresses in my life are related to the disorganized state of my house at the end of each day, the weekend forecast, or tomorrow’s tentative schedule forming in my head. I make enough money to support my “tiny” family and myself, I rent an adorable house filled with character, and, most importantly, I am extremely happy with the people (and four-legged) creatures in my life.
My favorite part about holidays is celebrating the traditions that surround them. Halloween is of course one of those holidays. I love Halloween because it cues the middle of Fall, it’s gorgeous outside, dressing up in ridiculous costumes is socially acceptable, you’re allowed to knock an anyone’s door to demand candy, and it’s popular to cut up an orange fruit to house a lit candle. Throughout the years I have celebrated this holiday in style. I’ve had some pretty awesome costumes over the years…
David and I celebrated our sixth anniversary yesterday! Sheesh, it doesn’t seem like it’s been that long. We met each other on the 3rd day of college and started dating a week later. Through thick and thin, he has been the best decision I have made in my life thus far. It just seems like yesterday that we were bright-eyed, ambitious 18 year olds ready to start college.
“Eat your vegetables”
“An apple a day….”
“Floss your teeth”
“Exercise and eat right”
“Enjoy youth now. It won’t last forever”
Throughout childhood I was constantly taught to eat right, exercise, take vitamins, etc. Essentially I was taught to take care of myself properly.
I’ve had posters on my walls my whole life. When I was young I had “Cute Kitten” posters that said things like, “Hang in There” or “Smile Everyday.” In high school I decorated my room with photos of best friends, posters of my favorite bands, and keepsakes I had collected.
In college I managed to mesh my style with my roommate’s including art posters, band posters, pictures of friends, and collages.
Now that I have graduated, moved in with my boyfriend, and fully matured to an adult, at least I like to think I’m an adult now, I have cultivated a homey style of sorts. We still have a few posters here and there.
Getting mail is basically the best thing ever unless it’s junk that is. But when it’s from your best friend it’s awesome! (Well I guess my puppy got mail, not me.)
The summer following my college graduation in 2010 I studied abroad in Greece with a group of 19 students from my University and 3 professors.
I knew that the trip would be an amazing adventure but I had no idea that I would still be talking about the trip from day to day whether it be about the gracious Greek people, the beautiful sites around every corner, the memories made with new friends, the amazing things I learned about an ancient culture, or the gorgeous photos I took while there.
So where do I jump in? I graduated college a year and a half ago with a Bachelor’s Degree in Communication with an emphasis in Journalism. May 2010 was a whirlwind for me, as I’m sure it is for most college graduates. My lease ended the day after graduation, I had no place to move, my first huge job interview was a few days away, I had another one a few days later, and I had plane tickets to Athens, Greece for July.
Fast forward to 2012.
I didn’t get the first job. I landed the second one (a journalism internship that I ended up hating). I moved three times within a two-mile radius. I studied abroad in Greece and had the time of life. I stayed in my college town for my boyfriend’s job. I got a job that I wasn’t excited about. I fell in love with the with the job (I take care of two awesome young men with developmental disabilities). I got the promotion that I didn’t think I wanted. I am good at the job I didn’t think I wanted. I signed another lease (this time the boyfriend signed because of my job). And now I’m stuck in a town I hate.
To make the best of being stuck in my college town I have been attempting to make my small two bedroom duplex into a home. The furniture all came from my parent’s or grandparent’s basement which means I ended up with a myriad of mismatched furniture. Luckily mismatched suits our style fairly well (except for one very ugly couch in the living room).
My style is comfy and understated. I decorate with books and memorable photos. My color palette is cool colors. My clean obsession means that everything I own has its own perfect place (the boyfriend has problems with this concept). My budget is small unless I’m in love with something. My goal: to make my house beautiful, to be happy, and to live the life I’ve dreamed of with the boyfriend and puppy along for the ride.