This is definitely an "Out with the Old, In with the New" kind of deal. Formerly known as "Read, Play, Love", this blog has returned from its extended hiatus. Along with a new look, the content will be taking on a new direction. To all my new readers, this is simply an opportunity for you to get an idea of my writing style, where I come from, and who I am. For my old readers, this is an attempt to update you on where I've been, and to allow you to make the judgement call for yourself as to whether or not this blog is still something you would be interested in being a subscriber of.
When this blog was born in June of 2010, I was all into trying to Carrie Bradshaw my way through life by writing my stories of self discovery and drunk recoveries for the world to read. What can I say? I was twenty-one years old and trying to find myself after getting lost in a year of wasted time and energy on pointless relationships. I was newly single and inexplicably trying to force myself back into a dating scene that I wasn't ready for, only to be left feeling awkward and uncomfortable for the most part. I thought it was cool to go to bars to be smothered by sleazy men who kept shoving drinks in my face. To me, a drunk friend throwing up in the parking lot and crying about how pathetic she was seemed hilarious at the time. My life definitely was not glamorous, but I sure tried to make it seem that way.
Then Fall came, and so began the series of events that both tested my strength and dragged me through the gutter only to bring me to this point in my life where I could not be happier. If any of you can remember (if you can't I don't blame you), I was a rather avid blogger. I was excited to write about my transition from Orange County to San Diego being that I was planning to transfer to the University of San Diego in the Spring. All of that was put to the side when a series of family and financial issues (all of which are too intense and too personal to write about here) put my life on hold. This is where I send out my sincerest apologies to my readers, for simply dropping out of the blogosphere so suddenly.
In the beginning, I felt consumed by an overpowering quarterlife crisis. I was afraid of losing those I loved most; I was afraid I would never be able to achieve my dreams; and worst of all, I was afraid I didn't even know what my dreams were anymore. Yet, after some time and a lot of patience, I was able to pull through the adversities and continue toward my goal of creating a good life for myself. In only nine days, I will be moving three thousand miles away from everything I have always been familiar with to start a new life in Honolulu, Hawaii where I will be student at UH. When this blog was born, I was a single girl trying to find myself before finding the right guy. Now, at twenty-two, I can proudly say that I am very secure with myself, my dreams, and my relationship.
Yes, I did end up allowing myself to have a boyfriend, and there really isn't a single day that I don't feel extremely blessed to have found such an amazing man. Every day, I feel lucky to be his girlfriend, and every time I think about him, I seriously get giddy....even after dating him for almost a year (he's just that handsome I guess). We're definitely a team, and I could talk to him, listen to him, cuddle with him, and stare at him all day every day and not get tired of being around him.....Excuse me...I think I just barfed.
Sorry, did I get all mushy, gushy, squishy, and blushy? GROSS!
ENOUGH! Bottom line is: I'm happy. With myself, my friends and family, my boyfriend, and especially my life. I'm terrified of moving, but I'm excited to be completely on my own.
...Well not entirely.
I almost forgot to mention that my boyfriend and I will be going to the same school, and after much deliberation about finances and transitions, we have decided to move in together at least for the first year we are out there. I'll be living with him and his brother whom I find to be totally fun and adorable. I can't wait for my new life to begin! So, gone are the old posts of my childish reflections, and so awaits a new story about a drastic change and my attempt to transition into a world that is entirely unfamiliar to me. I'm scared, but I think that's normal... I can do this. :)