It's been three months since I've graduated college. Three months since I've accepted my position in the "real world". And three months since I've been torn from the umbilical cord of my eight best friends. Well, I must admit we aren't just best friends. We are soul mates, miraculously brought together after three years of filtering through what I like to call cotton candy friendships. We’re not weirdoes I promise. I miss them like crazy. I am the only one who still lives in our extremely small college town. Now that we no longer live in a two block radius from each other my social life consists of Fifty Shades of Gray (it's okay everyone's reading it), an array of other books, and can I just say, thank goodness for TiVo.
The geographic dispersal of my best friends is as follows,
two went off to conquer New York, three found great jobs in Houston, and there's one in Dallas, San Antonio and Alabama. And then there's me. Don't get me wrong I love my job and love that I can afford a gigantic loft in downtown. But this whole being a young professional thing hasn't quite clicked. For reasons I have yet to identify.
I've always looked forward to this chapter of my life and had a dream and vision that I would wake up excited to go for a morning jog, excited to put on a pot of fresh coffee, excited to iron my crisp black blazer, and excited to make the 5 minute drive to work. Yet, I find myself (just like in college) repulsed by the sound of my alarm clock and way too lazy to iron the most wrinkled of slacks. A few weeks ago I realized the lack of excitement in my life and have decided to make some major life changes!
These changes include: collecting candles, spending way too much money on decorative pillows from pottery barn, having extensive phone calls with my grandparents (long over-due), making sincere attempts to dominate the kitchen (specifically referring to the one time that I severally overcooked Paula Deen's chocolate molten lava cakes for the boyfriend, embarrassing!), and last but not least, starting this blog!
I'm an adventurous spirit, obviously, so follow along and you might just be inspired by the electrifying life I pledge on living.
Dear Ms. MacIntire,
ReplyDeleteI sincerely appreciate your post. I, too, feel the same exact way. Minus the decorative pillows part... I've found that the older I get and the more pillows on the bed, the less time I have for myself... what's the point of decorative pillows anyway? No one tells you what a pain they will be to actually manually labor over them each morning. Great post girl :)
amen. preach it sista. miss you!
ReplyDeleteThanks xoxo and you're exactly right. But beauty is pain and decorative pillows are just so pretty. They sure do dress up my $100 couch from ikea! So I'll still give my pillows some love. Maybe someday, xoxo, you can find a place for them in your heart.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks Devin Felicity. You're my first follower!