It’s been a minute. I kinda got away from the old tumblr when school was getting ridiculous and I kinda forgot to get back on. I actually thought about deleting everything and then I remembered that the majority of my 20′s are written out in a weird kind of journal - like way and it felt futile to just discard all that anxiety, depression and growth so I thought, what the hell! Let’s keep this party going! So here is the past year or so of my life, naturally presented in bullet point form:
Had a really weird summer last year where I had like a delayed break up slut phase. Like i got broken up with the summer before and buried myself in classes and then emerged in the spring needing to just be a skank. Weird, I know. Thank God I can date from my phone. Just kidding it was fucking awful.
Had my last semester in Nashville. Crushed it.
Went on a few dates with this guy who I was sure I was in love with. True to form, he was not in fact the love of my life and I become increasingly aware that I’m just a better human with zero attachments.
Moved back to Georgia and in with my parents at the age of 28 goddamn years old. I’m still here actually and writing this from my childhood bedroom. It sounds as awful as it is. On the plus side, I’m able to save money and also not feel guilty buying Glossier, so you know I guess it’s okay. As long as it’s temporary. Which it is.
Had an interview with my top choice grad school.
Didn’t get into my top choice grad school.
At which point I gave myself one hour to wallow and cry and be pissed and miserable and when the hour was up, I was going to figure out Plan B because I didn’t work this hard to be a fucking quitter.
Spent 36 hours preparing to apply to Pepperdine University in Malibu, California.
GOT INTO MY TOP CHOICE GRAD SCHOOL.
Went to NYC. Drank rose. Drank matcha. Ate Greek Food. Ate Italian food. Cried at the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island and the 9/11 Memorial. Caught mid day mass at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Roamed about The Village. Wandered around Central Park. Had tourists ask me how to use the subway because I guess if you wear all black, have resting bitch face, and have head phones in, it is assumed you are from Brooklyn and know the subway like the back of your hand. Got shit faced in Williamsburg and almost threw up on the train to the Yankees game. Spotted a bodega cat.10/10 would do again.
Went to the beach. Spotted some dolphins. Tried oysters for the first time.
Went to Bonnaroo. Got saved by Chance the Rapper. Had a weird acid trip. Got to show my favorite place in the world to some new people.
Went on a maybe the worst first date. Dude seemed super into me and asked if I wanted to tube down the Chattahoochee River and I said yassss. In reality, everyone else had fucking kayaks and the dude tied my tube to his kayak and pulled me down the river behind him. FOR SEVEN RIVER MILES. Conversation was near impossible because I was talking to the back of his head and I couldn’t leave the date because I was being pulled down a fucking river. I actually jumped off a cliff into the river to get away from him for a minute. I got an awful, uneven sun burn on my shins and shoulders. It was a great idea in theory, but failed miserably in practice.
So yea, life in bullet point form. From here, I’ll be in Atlanta until the end of the year, I’ll be moving to Birmingham, Alabama. That in and of itself should be an adventure. I’m not even sure then how often I will be able to keep up with this thing as I’ll be in classes, a 40 hour a week internship, and working a regular job on top of that. But I’ll try because I miss whatever is left of the little community I have here.
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