Fresh start

Well it's done. OVER. Finished. I've moved. Not just moved to another place, but moved in with the boyfriend. Who on a separate note I marked 1 whole year with on June 15th. a YEAR. Geez, that's the longest relationship I've had in ...............a forever. Well, I don't count that one with those nice gentleman Ben and Jerry. That relationship will withstand anything :)

I cleaned out my little apartment, loaded all my boxes into my brothers truck and trailer, shampooed the carpets, mopped the kitchen floor, tossed my keys on the counter and closed the door behind me.

And now.....finally, it's time to kick back and relax. Those boxes in the basement don't need unpacked anytime soon.............not like the boxes are going anywhere for a long time. But I've come up with a plan for when we move out of the boyfriends house.........burn the place to the ground and buy all new stuff. Sounds like a good plan to me.

I'm sad to see my little place go, I liked my apartment. It wasn't much 4 rooms total, but it was perfect for me. I have a lot of memories from that place. 4 years of my life wrapped up inside those off white walls. Four years of laughs, tears, heartache, and perseverance. Now I'm starting all over inside these red and green walls, and can't wait to see what happens next.

Myrtle Beach 2011

for the first time in a long time i went on a VACATION. My best and friend went on vacation FOREVER together, 11 years roughly, until we finished college and life got in the way. This year we made our way back to Myrtle Beach, SC with her family. and it was great. Here are some outtakes

taylor at johnny rockets

Pawleys Island, SC sunset



Me on the beach

Me under the pier

Taylor and I at Barefoot Landing

empty beach one morning

this thing called packing

I've been spending some quality time packing lately. I know. I know. I'm not even moving until the end of June. But, I am a Procrastinator. So I've decided to go ahead and start packing. I mean after all, most of the stuff is just sitting there unused anyway. So I gathered some boxes.....mostly I just dumped the packets of paper from inside the paper boxes at work, all over the floor and took the boxes. What? I dumped them out in as orderly a fashion as I could. Geezz. the boyfriend scavenged soem boxes from his palce and I've managed to pack up a good amount of stuff.

What I've learned

1. Packing sucks......strike that. I already knew that. This has simple confirmed the fact that I STILL think packing sucks.


2. I have to much stuff. not to much stuff like, Shit we better call Buried A Live, or anything like that. just to much stuff for one person to have and or need.


3. I REALLY should dust more often.


4. I've read entierly more books since I've been out of school then i ever did while in. I have 3 big boxes of books. and by big I mean HEAVY!


5. the stuff that is still packed in boxes and sealed up from the last time i moved.....can most liekly go in the trash.


6. when packing I should open the boxes mentioned in #5 because I'll end up getting side tracked looking at all my old stuff....like my Varsity plate from high school, or a bag of ticket stubs, or my college sophomore portfolio.


7. Living on the second floor sucks...I've packed the stuff but now I just don't want to deal with carrying it all down the STAIRS OF DEATH.


8. I REALLY REALLY should dust more often.


9. I most likely don't need, and will never use that stupid scrapbooking stuff again.......but you never know, in the box it goes.


10. I need a beer.

moving stinks

So June will be a year since the boyfriend and I started seeing each other. And I've agreed to MOVE IN. However it involves doing the thing I loath the most in life.......PACKING. I hate packing. Hate it. Trying to decide if I really need that flesh colored penis shaped tray I bought for someones bachelorette party or if it's ok to toss it (it made the cut). Don't tell the boyfriend, I pulled it out of his trash pile and stuck it in a box i taped up RIGHT away. HA. Trying to throw out my penis tray, the nerve of some people.

I gave my landlord notice. I'm aiming for the end of June. We want to paint the living room at the boyfriends house, I'm going away for a week soon, and I just don't want to be rushed, so the end of June sounds good to me.

WE packed a bunch of stuff that I'm not really using .....i.e. a penis tray, and brought a load of stuff up. so it's official I'm moving......and I have a ton of stuff to pack yet. BLAH

Anybody want to come pack up my stuff........there might be a penis tray and ice cube trays in to for you.

I'll be 29 in a short 3 days. 29. where has the time gone.

This is by NO MEANS where I thought I would be at 29....but I'm surprisingly OK with that.

Now last year, that was a WHOLE other story. Last year at this time I was MISERABLE. Well maybe miserable is the wrong word( no i think it's pretty accurate). Conflicted maybe, angry for sure, confused most likely. I was just all around disappointed in every aspect of my life. Well I did and do have some pretty great friends, that was one highlight. But everything else was a train wreck. Fast forward 1 year.

I'm pretty content with my life right now. Still hate my job, but seriously who doesn't most days. My personal life has done a 360 from where I was last year, I have a great guy who's GREAT...and oddly enough turns 35 in 4 days. Weird. His birthday is the day after mine. Weird.

My family is coming through the last couple of months after the loss of my Dad..the best we can. Some days are easier then others, but we are mending the best anyone can given the loss of someone you loved so much.

I guess things are looking up.

And for now, this might not be where I thought my life would be by age 29, but it's not to terrible of a place to be. Shit after the mess of last year, this feels like living the high life.