Month: September 2013

…because i’m a twentysomething

everything I’d like to say but never had the words to write myself.
“say goodbye to all of the things that have kept you stagnant and vow to keep moving forward.”

today was meaningful

when i was thirteen, i couldn’t wait to be eighteen.  i thought i’d know it all by then- have all the answers and that prized freedom. and when i was sixteen, i planned to be married by age twenty-three with two kids. i’ll always smile to myself when i think about how time changes things. and when i turned twenty four i made a list of as many goals as i had in years. by my 25th birthday, i’d accomplished them all.

and a funny thing happens about the time you turn twenty.five. people start asking about marriage and kids and houses. and you begin to worry about savings, retirement, and health insurance.  you start spending your money on tires. short term sacrifices for long term gains, right? and sometimes you start to compare your 25 years with everyone else’s. you wonder if you’re on the right track because…

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the big move

First of all, how lucky am I to have such fabulous and supportive friends?! Since I left Wilmington / NC last Thursday, everyone has been so loving and supportive towards my new journey up north. I have to thank you all endlessly, because without the daily encouragement I have experienced this rocky and unsettling start in Boston would have been so much harder. I apologize if i haven’t responded to your calls/texts/tweets/Facebook posts and messages…. it’s been quite a week.

The journey started like this: I drove from Wilmington to Asheville (6 hrs.) last Thursday after work., which I should also add how incredible my work colleagues have been! I spent my last Wilmington night at a team dinner fill with lobster rolls, red wine, grouper, crab legs, suicide chocolate cheese cake, and much heightened conversation about the upcoming weekend. With all the setbacks I couldn’t be more thankful for how understanding work has been and how willing my coworkers have stepped in to help me out. For you all I owe a huge THANK YOU!!!

So I was in Asheville (a total of 18 hrs) to pack and drive to Charlotte with my parents for an early Saturday morning flight. Everything started great, as none of my 8 bags were weighed to make sure they were less that the allotted 50 lb. limit…..because they weren’t….


Fast-forward a bit and turns out the apartment I was supposed to move-in to with my new roommate Katelyn (I’ll talk about her soon, she’s fabulous), wasn’t ready. That might even be the understatement of the century actually. We were taking a bit of a gamble on this place to begin with, the last tenants had inhabited the place for 14 years…it was a mini version of hoarders, truly. I visited once with my mom and a second time with Katelyn and once I walked in I just felt like this was my place, and so it became! However, come Saturday there were only floors redone in about a third of the apt, the bathroom wasn’t working, nothing had been painted or cleaned, there were no blinds, it was complete mess. THANK GOODNESS my parents were with me or Katelyn and I both would have been in solid tears. New city, new people, new everything, yet no where to live. So instead of spending the weekend assembling furniture and decorating our fabulous new place… we were tormented at ikea, living out of suitcases in hotel rooms, and constantly checking in with our work-in-progress place.

All in all we finally got to move-in last night, which meant Katelyn, her angel parents and I spend the evening eating pizza, drinking wine and being carpenters building a queen bed, coffee table, kitchen table and dresser….thanks ikea, even my laundry basket came with assembly instructions.

We built a bed, that's impressive right?

We built a bed, that’s impressive right?

I can’t wait to tell you all about our perfect location though! It is truly amazing and deserves its own post…coming soon. Which brings me to today, thus far I am slightly moved in. I have a bed, and a million suitcases. Ikea only delivered half of my furniture, I am working from our kitchen table, and there are charming Italian men in my bathroom final touches on the apartment. It’s not all bad, and in fact it’s actually quite great. 🙂

So everyone, thank you, for being supportive, loving, patient and incredibly motivational. I am in Boston! Something that I have been talking about for the past six months has finally become my reality and oh my goodness , I love it. I love my completely Italian neighborhood, I love that the harbor is my backyard, I love that I walk outside and constantly smell fresh bread, I love that I can walk to 7 coffee shops and back home in 8 minutes. I love this place already.

But I owe the biggest thank you to my parents. Flying up to Boston with me to make this transition that much easier was incredible generous and even though our weekend didn’t go as planned we had a fabulous time incorporating Katelyn into our family, eating too much pizza, finding the best cannoli’s, laying in the park, perusing the open Haymarket, eating Chinese in Boston Commons, and routing our girl Serena on to a US Open victory. Thank you so much for being there for me through this weekend. It has meant more than I could ever put into words. I love you both. Come visit already!

More updates to come so soon!