Over the weekend I moved back home to Northern KY, the place where I haven't called home since the summer of 2007, when I graduated high school. The truth is, I really haven't been able to call anywhere home since then. I have moved in and out of dorm halls and up and down different floors of the dorm, in my apartment (which was permanent for 2 years, which was a record for me), back home for the summers every May, then out of my apartment for good, in with my boyfriend, and then out on my own, in my own tiny 300 sq ft apartment. Yes it was small but it was adorable!
Since last May, I have moved 5 times total, in and out of places. It is safe to say, I have no clue where anything is at this point. Coming home has been the most bittersweet thing I have ever had to. Leaving the life I once shared with my now ex- boyfriend of almost a year and all the memories shared throughout college. Richmond, Ky really has been a home away from home for me for many, many years. However, Richmond does not have a support system, such as my family.
Friday, was my last day of work and all week I felt weird. Working ay USBank since October, I got to meet some really cool people through work. On my last day, I didn't know what to say to people. Usually I say "Well, see ya Monday" or "Talk to ya Monday or the next day about your weekend". It occurred to me that I probably won't see the customers ever again and I'm really hoping to see my co-workers in the future, but who knows when.
Even with my friends in Lexington and Richmond, I didn't know what to say. It's hard to say "See ya soon", when deep down it may not happen for quite sometime that I see them. It's been four whole weeks since my entire world exploded right in front of me, the day we my ex and I broke up. It was the day we last each other. So four weeks later and it's Valentine's Day....yup, just my luck!
If I would have known that on that Tuesday, January 24, that that would have been the last time I got to say goodbye to someone I loved so dearly, I would have cherished the moment. I never got the chance to say my goodbyes and get closure from the man I fell in love with. To this day I keep thinking about what I might have said. I mean you just cant say, "Well see you around" or "Until later"....
On Saturday, on my drive out of Richmond and down 75, I found myself sobbing and tyring to take in every little bit of the drive that I drove so often. I was trying to make sense of everything that has happened in my life. When I pulled into my new apartment, (which is by the way even more adorable than the Richmond one hehe ) I got to thinking that maybe some goodbyes are better left unsaid and everything happens for a reason!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Almost Settled
Welcome back blog (that I have so hopelessly forgot about due to my crazy schedule these past few months). As I open my blog that I made last January I can't help but realize how much my life has changed in 10 months. When I made this blog this is the caption I wrote about myself:
I am currently a senior at Eastern Kentucky University studying Public Relations. I am getting ready to walk in May; however I will still have two summer classes left. Therefore I will not be all the finished until the end of June. I am looking forward to searching for a job in the Cincinnati area. I cannot wait for the journeys ahead of me!
Wow how that plan went in a different direction. I did however finish school/walk in my graduation and finish out two summer classes (they were the death of me) to get my degree. However, the whole plan to move to Cincinnati and look for a job with such excitement certainly changed. Instead, I moved home for a month and a half, moved back down to Richmond to live with my amazing boyfriend Brannon, and searched for jobs here, near, and elsewhere. I finally landed a job that I thought I would enjoy, and at last I could stop living off hardly anything! I took the job and liked it at first.
As time went by, the more and more bored and frustrated I got with the job. I just gave my two week notice to quit and take on a new challenge elsewhere, with better flexibility, better opportunity for growth, and a busier environment. I felt really guilty for giving my two weeks notice. I didn't know how to do it, when to do it, if my boss was going to be mad or what not. I asked my boyfriend and my mom numerous times for advice. The best advice I got was from my mom, "Business is business. If that company didn't need you they would let you go in a heartbeat and maybe feel bad for five minutes, if that. Do what is good for you and never look back!"
I start my new job in a week and a half and I am so happy to move on with my life and start a new chapter. So far these past 10 months have been nothing but madness. It feels good to finally be settled in my life. I have a great boyfriend, a cozy home (thanks to my girly touches) and a new job to look forward to! Here's hoping the next 10 months are just as fun with just a little less madness!
I am currently a senior at Eastern Kentucky University studying Public Relations. I am getting ready to walk in May; however I will still have two summer classes left. Therefore I will not be all the finished until the end of June. I am looking forward to searching for a job in the Cincinnati area. I cannot wait for the journeys ahead of me!
Wow how that plan went in a different direction. I did however finish school/walk in my graduation and finish out two summer classes (they were the death of me) to get my degree. However, the whole plan to move to Cincinnati and look for a job with such excitement certainly changed. Instead, I moved home for a month and a half, moved back down to Richmond to live with my amazing boyfriend Brannon, and searched for jobs here, near, and elsewhere. I finally landed a job that I thought I would enjoy, and at last I could stop living off hardly anything! I took the job and liked it at first.
As time went by, the more and more bored and frustrated I got with the job. I just gave my two week notice to quit and take on a new challenge elsewhere, with better flexibility, better opportunity for growth, and a busier environment. I felt really guilty for giving my two weeks notice. I didn't know how to do it, when to do it, if my boss was going to be mad or what not. I asked my boyfriend and my mom numerous times for advice. The best advice I got was from my mom, "Business is business. If that company didn't need you they would let you go in a heartbeat and maybe feel bad for five minutes, if that. Do what is good for you and never look back!"
I start my new job in a week and a half and I am so happy to move on with my life and start a new chapter. So far these past 10 months have been nothing but madness. It feels good to finally be settled in my life. I have a great boyfriend, a cozy home (thanks to my girly touches) and a new job to look forward to! Here's hoping the next 10 months are just as fun with just a little less madness!
Friday, March 11, 2011
My Last Spring Break...
Entering my last spring break of college was bittersweet. Since college is coming to an end (woohoo paycheck time), it also makes me a little sad (byebye afternoon naps) and feeling a bit adult. Also most of my friends went to Florida to soak up the sun and my option was to come home to my sweet family in Cincinnati.
This option turned out to workout for the best, and even turned out to be the most fun spring break yet! Within two years, even two months, my life has changed drastically. Two years ago I went to Panama City, party town USA for college students, however this year I was focused on toddlers, full-time jobs, and the daily burn of the StairMaster.
I would have never imagined myself coming home for my last college spring break only to take my two and a half year old cousin to the children's museum and to spend my days networking and job shadowing companies. This week opened my eyes to how much I want a full-time job and how far networking can get you! I suppose I can sacrifice afternoon naps for a real job and real life.
Overall, this spring break was remarkable. A little random, yet entertaining. Now only 4 more months and I will (hopefully) be a full-time working gal!
This option turned out to workout for the best, and even turned out to be the most fun spring break yet! Within two years, even two months, my life has changed drastically. Two years ago I went to Panama City, party town USA for college students, however this year I was focused on toddlers, full-time jobs, and the daily burn of the StairMaster.
I would have never imagined myself coming home for my last college spring break only to take my two and a half year old cousin to the children's museum and to spend my days networking and job shadowing companies. This week opened my eyes to how much I want a full-time job and how far networking can get you! I suppose I can sacrifice afternoon naps for a real job and real life.
Overall, this spring break was remarkable. A little random, yet entertaining. Now only 4 more months and I will (hopefully) be a full-time working gal!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I love my brother Sam
Last night was interesting. My brother went to Lexington for the first time to visit friends. The plan was for him to stay the night in Lex with his friends. To my dismay, I ended up receiving a phone call at 9:30 p.m asking me to pick him up.
Of course I was happy to do so. For years, my brother has dropped me off and picked me up from many places. He has always had my back and has always been there for me. It felt so good to be able to finally help him out.
As I was driving to Lexington, which is not too far from where I live in Richmond, I kept thinking, "why does he need me to pick him up", "what if someone is bullying him or making fun of him". I began freaking out. I was getting my mind in the zone of how I would defend my little brother. Once I reached the dorm room he was hanging out at, he quickly came out and hopped in my car.
I asked him what was wrong and he said he just "wasn't feeling it". I was relieved no one was being mean to him. Soon enough we finally made it to my apartment where I took over the "mom role", making him pizza rolls, getting him glasses of water, making his "bed" (aka my futon), and scrambling for blankets and pillows.
We watched a few episodes of "Friends" and then we both parted our ways to go to sleep. My brother and I used to hangout all the time as little kids and it was so nice to be able to spend quality time with him. Through our teen years our bond dwindled, however now that we are older and wiser we are finally getting closer. I am lucky to have such an amazing brother and I am so grateful that I finally go to be there for him!
Of course I was happy to do so. For years, my brother has dropped me off and picked me up from many places. He has always had my back and has always been there for me. It felt so good to be able to finally help him out.
As I was driving to Lexington, which is not too far from where I live in Richmond, I kept thinking, "why does he need me to pick him up", "what if someone is bullying him or making fun of him". I began freaking out. I was getting my mind in the zone of how I would defend my little brother. Once I reached the dorm room he was hanging out at, he quickly came out and hopped in my car.
I asked him what was wrong and he said he just "wasn't feeling it". I was relieved no one was being mean to him. Soon enough we finally made it to my apartment where I took over the "mom role", making him pizza rolls, getting him glasses of water, making his "bed" (aka my futon), and scrambling for blankets and pillows.
We watched a few episodes of "Friends" and then we both parted our ways to go to sleep. My brother and I used to hangout all the time as little kids and it was so nice to be able to spend quality time with him. Through our teen years our bond dwindled, however now that we are older and wiser we are finally getting closer. I am lucky to have such an amazing brother and I am so grateful that I finally go to be there for him!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Why can't broken hearts be fixed by band-aids?
"Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts."
When I was a little kid I would run around my neighborhood for hours without a care in the world. I would run around barefoot and stub my toes and fall flat on my face. I would dust myself off and keep "trucking".
In second grade I was running for the ice cream man and while running I broke my foot from god knows what. Having a broken foot doesn't even compare to having a broken heart.
Even though a broken heart is terrible, along with puffy eyes and mascara everywhere, I've been told that time heals all. If this is true, I cannot wait for time to fly by to mend my broken heart. If only a broken heart was as easy to fix by slapping a band-aid on it and dabbing some medicine on the wound.
One can only hope at least. As 'till then I suppose I'll dust my shoulders off and start putting the pieces of my heart back in place.
When I was a little kid I would run around my neighborhood for hours without a care in the world. I would run around barefoot and stub my toes and fall flat on my face. I would dust myself off and keep "trucking".
In second grade I was running for the ice cream man and while running I broke my foot from god knows what. Having a broken foot doesn't even compare to having a broken heart.
Even though a broken heart is terrible, along with puffy eyes and mascara everywhere, I've been told that time heals all. If this is true, I cannot wait for time to fly by to mend my broken heart. If only a broken heart was as easy to fix by slapping a band-aid on it and dabbing some medicine on the wound.
One can only hope at least. As 'till then I suppose I'll dust my shoulders off and start putting the pieces of my heart back in place.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Go hard or go home
I've been going to the gym for a solid year now. I guess you could say I achieved my "New Years Resolution" last year. I really enjoy the gym...all the people, the release of stress, the time to myself to think and lastly I get the opportunity to tone my thighs.
I have made many gym friends over the past year and we have had some good times, however I must say today while I was at the gym I was thoroughly annoyed. The gym at EKU is fairly small compared to Urban Active, which is where I go when I'm at home in Cincinnati
Today while I was on the stairmaster trying to "kill it" at the gym at Eastern, I looked around and made an observation. I noticed some people need to go big or go home. Since I was elevated on the stairmaster, I saw many people just walking casually on the treadmills and barely working the elliptical. I wanted to go up to these people and ask them if they think they are doing anything beneficial to their health or body for that matter. There were dozens of people who would come and check if the cardio equipment was open, and to their misfortune all the cardio equipment was full of people just lolly-gagging around on the equipment.
Basically, the point I am trying to make is: if you see someone looking to get on some kind of equipment and you're not burning more than 5 calories, then maybe you should either "go hard on the equipment you are using" or please be courteous and get off and let someone else have a chance to actually use the equipment.
I have made many gym friends over the past year and we have had some good times, however I must say today while I was at the gym I was thoroughly annoyed. The gym at EKU is fairly small compared to Urban Active, which is where I go when I'm at home in Cincinnati
Today while I was on the stairmaster trying to "kill it" at the gym at Eastern, I looked around and made an observation. I noticed some people need to go big or go home. Since I was elevated on the stairmaster, I saw many people just walking casually on the treadmills and barely working the elliptical. I wanted to go up to these people and ask them if they think they are doing anything beneficial to their health or body for that matter. There were dozens of people who would come and check if the cardio equipment was open, and to their misfortune all the cardio equipment was full of people just lolly-gagging around on the equipment.
Basically, the point I am trying to make is: if you see someone looking to get on some kind of equipment and you're not burning more than 5 calories, then maybe you should either "go hard on the equipment you are using" or please be courteous and get off and let someone else have a chance to actually use the equipment.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
My idol: Chelsea Handler
Brainstorming ideas for my first blog post didn't take long. I thought to myself "how should I begin this new adventure"? I contemplated starting an entry about my religious views, or non-religious views in my case. I then thought maybe it would be cool to discuss how much of a struggle everyday it is to maintain my weight day to day. Or maybe the struggles of being a college senior. Nah, I thought. I'll focus on those topics later.
I turned the TV on and played the newest episode of Chelsea Lately from last night, saved on my DVR system. Many thoughts and dreams came directly to me. How cool would it be to work for Chelsea Handler in L.A. I would be willing to start out as an intern who gets her coffee and rub her feet. I love Ms. Handler. I feel like she is the most liberating women in today's day in age. Yeah she's a little out there with her language and views, but at least she's not afraid to say what she feels. I respect her to the fullest.
Anyways, no matter how much I would love to travel out to the E! studios to work with Chelsea, I can barely deal with being an hour and a half away from home by being at school.
I turned the TV on and played the newest episode of Chelsea Lately from last night, saved on my DVR system. Many thoughts and dreams came directly to me. How cool would it be to work for Chelsea Handler in L.A. I would be willing to start out as an intern who gets her coffee and rub her feet. I love Ms. Handler. I feel like she is the most liberating women in today's day in age. Yeah she's a little out there with her language and views, but at least she's not afraid to say what she feels. I respect her to the fullest.
Anyways, no matter how much I would love to travel out to the E! studios to work with Chelsea, I can barely deal with being an hour and a half away from home by being at school.
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