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 far in my life I have been lucky to hike in some pretty amazing places.
When I was 18, my step dad and I attempted to hike the Yorkshire, England Three Peaks Walk which takes in the summits of Pen-y-ghent (2,276 feet), Whernside (2,415 feet) and Ingleborough (2,372 feet) all in one circular route. The walk is 24.5 miles long and takes in over 5,000 feet of climbing. Finishing in under 12 hours is a feat to boast and also admits you into membership of the Three Peaks of Yorkshire Club. My step dad, native of Yorkshire, is a member.
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.