It’s snowing again and it made me wish I was back on the beach. Looking through some photos of my January trip to Seaside, Florida and anxiously awaiting warmer weather.
Hello? Is anyone out there? Please send Baccino’s Pizza and deliver a large bottle of wine!! Haha, just kidding (well only a little bit…) It’s been 20 days since I have moved to the suburbs and things are definitely different than city life, however I am being slightly dramatic because although its a big change, things are going pretty well.
I still have boxes strewn about that need to be unpacked (it’s a slow process), but I have been settling in quite well. Winston really enjoys having other dogs to play with and he loves having a large backyard to run around in. One downside, and it’s kind of a major one, is that I have to commute to the city each day for work, which means I take an hour long train ride there and back each day. While I do like having the extra time for reading, I miss being able to get up 30 minutes before work, throw on some clothes, and still make it to work with time to spare. Those days are long gone. I now have to leave the house at 6:30am and let me tell you I’m getting tired of it. However, living in the suburbs definitely has its perks. Here are some things that I have been enjoying the past few weeks:
- CLOSET SPACE!!! (Words cannot express how excited I am about having a closet that is bigger than a shoe box)
- Free parking
- A driveway and a garage
- Large backyard with grass
- Washer and dryer that don’t require quarters to run
- Cheaper gas
- Living with my fiance
That is just a start to what I’m sure will be a long list. While I do miss my old apartment and the time I spent there, I know there are many more exciting things to come in the future. I think I am going to get along with the suburban lifestyle just fine.
It’s official, as of this weekend I will be leaving the city and moving out to the suburbs. I’m becoming a suburban! Side note: I know that’s the proper term for a person living in the burbs, but when I say it I can’t help but feel like I am calling myself an SUV.
Once again (for about the 100th time since starting college) I have packed up my entire life in cardboard boxes and loaded them into the back of my car. Thankfully, as I have gotten older, I have more money and have been able to pay professionals to move my furniture. In previous years I had to rely on, often hungover, guy friends to do all the heavy lifting. However, no matter how much help I have, I still hate moving. Especially when it comes to packing and then unpacking my clothes, it’s such a pain in the ass to re-hang everything.
This time however, I am moving in with my fiance, so I am very excited about that. I do have to say though, that I am having some anxiety about leaving the city because my job and all of my friends are here. (Plus living in the suburbs you can’t get pizza and wine delivered at 1 am). I guess part of me is not quite ready to grow up and give up my independent, busy lifestyle in the city. While I haven’t been doing much partying or going out I guess I would still like the option. In the city I can easily walk next door and have a glass of wine at night, be at the beach in about ten minutes, have pretty much anything delivered, and can see my friends within a matter if minutes. I am also less than thrilled that I have to find a new yoga studio.
Needless to say a lot in my life is about to change, but I can’t wait to see what this next chapter of my life holds!
Happy 7th day of 2015! I hope that everyone had a great time ringing in the new year. I had a great date night out with the bf at RPM Italian and then spent the rest of the evening on the couch with some bubbly. I have to say I enjoyed that much more than New Years past, most of which were spent at a crowded bar where you paid over 100 dollars to basically get one drink, a piece of food (if you were lucky), and a half glass of champagne at midnight. No thank you!
After writing my last post I spent quite a bit of time trying to come up with the perfect New Years resolutions. Then the more I thought about it I decided that I didn’t want to pick one specific thing such as: get in better shape or don’t eat as much junk food. While those are good goals to have I decided to look at the bigger picture and make 2015 all about being happy.
What do I mean by this you may ask?
For 2015 I have decide that my overall goal is to just be happy. I am going to let what happened in 2014 stay in 2014 and start over fresh.
- I am going to try to be more mindful, thinking about the here and now instead of worrying about something that has already happened that I have no control over.
- I am also going to get rid of all the negativity in my life, which also includes leaving behind those individuals who only bring me down.
- I want to take more time for myself, ensuring that I get some more me time. Whether this is a nice bubble bath or a whole day spent lounging around reading or watching TV I am going to allow myself the time to relax and recharge my body.
- Have a more positive attitude throughout the day instead of focusing on the negative.
Those are just a few of the things that came to mind, but you get the idea. I hope everyone else is well on their way to a great 2015!
I can’t believe that it is already halfway through December!! Where did 2014 go? It seems like it was only yesterday when the boyfriend and I were on our week long vacay at Disney World in Florida. Now, I am back at work, watching the snow flurries outside the window and finalizing plans for Christmas. (Great trip btw, it was our fist vacation together and it was so much fun!)
Anyway, with Christmas just around the corner I’ve been slowly getting into the holiday spirit. This time of year there is always so much to do: send out Christmas cards, buy presents for your loved ones, attend multiple holiday parties, and decorate the house; Christmas tree included.
As I begin to slowly check things off my holiday to-do list (I have a list for everything) I found myself thinking about all of the Christmas traditions that my family has held throughout the years.
Growing up my family and I acquired some traditions that continue to exist to this day. Some of them are quite funny or ridiculous, but hey that’s what makes them special, right? Every year after cramming our faces with copious amount of turkey, stuffing, and derby pie (washing it down with plenty of wine) my parents, sister, and I make our way down to the Country Club Plaza to watch the Christmas lights turn on. The night usually ends with my sister and mom heading to bed while my dad and I drink a night time bourbon, while sitting in front of the fireplace.
After a few days the Christmas tree would go up and as usual we would fight about the theme of the tree and which decorations were going to be used that year. You see I like white lights and simple, color coordinated ornaments while other members of my family just like to throw a bunch of random ornaments on the tree and call it done. It’s a panic attack waiting to happen for those of us with anxiety. To make matters worse, one year my parents decided that a fake tree was better, which obviously prompted a whole new argument because personally I like real trees much better. (They just smell so nice! Who cares that they leave behind a little trail of pine needles).
Every Christmas eve our family would gather around the dinning room table for a big dinner of prime rib. (One year my mom tried to switch it up and made some pork tenderloin shit, NOT OK!) Grandma always brought along the figgy pudding, even though we never ate it and since we never opened the box containing this mystery pudding, she continued to bring the same one each year. This went on as far back as I can remember. (Grandma passed away last Christmas, but we made sure to still bring the pudding and I know it will be here this year as well).
On Christmas morning we would wake up anxious to open presents and as usual our parents would make us stay in our room while they placed last minute gifts under the tree they forgot to wrap. At this point I should probably also mention that another my tradition my father and I have is that one of us always gives the other a set of shower curtain rings as a present. This goes back a few years when I lived in Nashville and is the result of him staying with me for a period of time and constantly moving my stuff around, which included an unopened box of shower curtains. (We like to annoy each other, what can I say). After presents we would enjoy a brunch of eggs Benedict and usually pass out on the couch watching a movie. Pretty much the best way to end a perfect holiday if you ask me.
While I now live in Chicago, I still make the trek back to Kansas City for Christmas each year and I am already anxiously awaiting this trip. Although my mom better not try to change up the prime rib again!