I know what you're thinking...

Oh.My.God.Pink.

I'm trying out some new layouts in hopes that it will actually motivate me to write something. Not saying that it will actually work, but it's worth a try...

right?

get into the spirit!

So this really isn't an update but this is something you should know about.

For the upcoming holiday, my friend is posting a countdown of the 13 days till Halloween by posting a new scary tale every day! Neat, right?! I know.

So go here and get into the spirit!

Happy Halloween!!

It gets colder than this...?

"We'll show you fucking freezing up here..."
--co-worker, recently on the temperature

For all intents and purposes, while I live up here I will label myself as a Southener. (Although, I'm a really terrible one in real life. Seriously, ask any of them.) I'm used to 80 degree Thanksgivings and rainy Christmases. Tank tops all year round if accessorized with the correct shrug. (Yes, I just said shrug.) The most important and my favorite item of this dress code:

The flip flop.
(As seen here in Salem walking the wharfs.
I wear them no matter the terrain.)

I've (over)heard a lot of talk lately about the end of flip flop weather. But I don't know how to live in a world without flip flops. And I'm going to learn the hard way because

1.) Flip flops are not a choice. They are a lifestyle.
2.) I don't own any other shoes.
3.) I don't want to live in a world without flip flops.

So...this winter should be interesting, right?

It’s funny how things come about.

**It’s been awhile since I’ve been on here. Semi-reintroducing myself back into the game with this post.

After I graduated from college and had to move back home, I kept making deadlines for myself to be moved out and on from my childhood home. Not that I was desperate to leave but I wanted to take that next step. But every time that date just got pushed further and further back. Until I didn’t think I would realistically “grow up” unless something fell into my lap.

Something did.

After the up-teenth time of telling myself that I would move out by such and such a time, I finally began telling myself that I would be out by 25.

It actually happened.

This opportunity to move out and beyond North Carolina was the easiest thing to bring to fruition. Maybe that means something.

So here I am.

New England.

New Adventure.

Bring it.

another one gone.

new year, same fall restlessness.


i can't promise i'll be more faithful to you.
but i'll tell you that i'll try.

i've lost a whole year here.

[wow. i haven't posted in over a year. almost to the day. fail?]

fall is my favorite time of the year. it always has been.
it always marked new beginnings for me. there was a sense of change.
for almost 20 years, school started come fall. for me that was the real "new year."
it was time to buy new things, try new things, start anew.

but for the past couple of years, i only seem to get restless.
restless because there is no real sense of change anymore.
no new beginnings.
sure, the season is still changing but for me school is no longer in session. there's no looking forward to new classes, new pens and notebooks [and i am a sucker for school/office supplies], new opportunities.

so i'm making new changes and beginnings. making my opportunities.
as of last month, i've started created new little goals. new changes for each month.
some big, some small.
some silly, some life changing.

this month:
-go out on the town in a pair of killer high heels.
-blog/write more. [one down!]
-try one new fruit or vegetable.
-go for a walk at least twice a week.

so that's it. it doesn't seem like much right now. i'm excited for the little accomplishments and will hopefully add some tougher goals as the months go on...

So...

it might be the full pot of coffee
on the completely empty stomach
that's to blame but

i'm feeling a tad bit anxious today
about things...