Skip to main content

Well Hello Twenty Fourteen.

How neglecting I have been.  Birth month (also known as, October) is the last time I posted... Apologies.  My where to begin?! Living with Kadin and commuting lasted about 4 weeks.  I didn't end up subletting... Fell through. I did however "move in" with PJ. Oh my, how much of a whirlwind my life has taken since October 1st.

October: I embraced full heartedly turning 28. I looked back on my year of being 27 and decided with every thing that I did, every thing that happened, and every decision I made it was my favorite year of my twenties.  Here's to hoping I make 28 even better.  A year ago I never imagined I would be living in LA, let alone working in Beverly Hills! Who am I?! I celebrated my birthday with PJ, Kadin and Paige at Everleigh in WeHo. Delicious.  PJ and Kadin and I then proceeded to go to Disney Land the next day to continue the celebrations. Paige couldn't go but she and I went to a concert (amazing) at the Hollywood Bowl (Katy Perry, and many other women for a breast cancer awareness concert, birthday present from Paige.) The boys and I DID Disney Land. We rode every ride that was open and stayed until we couldn't walk properly anymore. We were exhausted, sore, and drenched from Splash Mountain. I loved it. My job continued to grow and I began to stay at Pj's house two or three nights a week.  October was a good month and I loved it.

More to come.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fem

I am no feminist, or at least not an activist for feminism, but I just read the most interesting article.  Someone started a tweet chat where they asked men 16 questions of situations that women experience nearly on the daily- down to texting your friend that you got home safely, because this legitimately is something that women have to do.  It was so interesting to me to see how these things are actually ever present in my everyday life. Being a woman- means you DO have to watch your back, you do have to carry pepper spray, or even a small knife with you.  It means walking on streets late at night that there is a chance for something bad to happen. It means that people can blame your emotions on "that time of the month." THIS is a big one for me.  I am allowed to be upset, cry, or express anything I want via tears or with haste if it is upsetting, and NO it doesn't mean it's that time of the month. It means there is a chance that your ideas at work may be look...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Little Sap

My biggest fear is that I will forget my memories. Whether they be fond, happy, sad, angry, or confusing memories, I don't want to forget them. Hence the reason one blogs perhaps?  Definitely one of the several reasons why I re-started blogging.   Since October my life has been such a cluster.  A blurred-together-all-in-one-cloud--- life.  I can't differentiate what I did in November with what I did in February.  That is not said negatively.  I have enjoyed every moment, adventure, conversation, dinner, drink, walk, hike, drive, experience and discovery that I have encountered.   Someone said to me the other day, "don't just survive, live."  And then I realized, I am living, even though it may look like I am just surviving sometimes.  Although I look at my life and think, I am 28, I live in a tiny studio apartment with no parking, I have a Los Angeles address, I have no significant other, I don't have 35 different friends to hang ...
Post a Comment
Read more

4 Goodbyes...

If you are faint of heart...don't read this blog post. Death for me was a distant thought, I had seen it in movies, I had watched friends lose friends and family members, but up until the last few months, I hadn't personally experienced it, minus my great-grandmother when I was 17, she was 99 and healthy, just died in her sleep of old age and I was not close to her so I really didn't feel all the feels. My experiences started several months ago, some meant a lot to me, some were just weird and some gut wrenching. I was a nanny for several years, before I moved to LA 2.5 years ago, for many different families and usually ended on wonderful notes with each family when I parted ways, however, with on in particular mom, it ended not so sweetly. Her name was Kim, and I was basically hired to be her friend.  She was a surgeon's wife and had two kiddos.  She wanted companionship, someone to talk to and hang out with, she fast became someone I could tell all my stories ...
Post a Comment
Read more