Here's What You Missed

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away (I'm sure New York would be flattered to be considered its own galaxy)... I actually updated this blog. Unfortunately, I did it while I was working, which is about the most unprofessional thing ever. So I stopped.

Unfortunately, I had no Internet at the time, so I didn't write at home either. So my little Brain Barf went without for a while.

Hello, friends. I'm back and in full force. Here's what you missed:

• I finished my internship at Marie Claire. It was a bittersweet ending; I'm sad to see such an incredible chapter of my life come to a close, but also happy to move onto bigger and better things.
• I crafted a Summer (supplemental) Bucket List (more to come).
• Some sorry loser thought it'd be a good idea to let me rent a UHAUL van and schlep all my shit to Boston. Tiny girl, big van, bigger problems. It also doesn't help that I've had my license for a very short time and never drive, let alone drive a massive full size van with a cargo space larger than my New York apartment... but I digress.
• Made it to Boston with minimal damage, outfitted my room with some beautiful wood furniture (hopefully STD-free) purchased from a friend, and made my way down to my old digs and picked up right where I left off--which would be the blue couch at 48A, for those who know the scene.
• Interviewed for, was offered and accepted a position in retail at Ann Taylor LOFT. I start this Saturday!
• Went to Nahant beach about 30 minutes away to update my Bahamian tan.
• Started reading, and subsequently put down a book. Currently searching for the next one.

Things are amazing! And life is picking up the pace very quickly. Birthday's on Monday!

10 Going on 40

I spent the past weekend in Boston, seeing old friends and re-familiarizing myself with my beloved city. It was great to see everyone, but I have to admit that the drama that I'd been skirting for the past month (being several states away makes the skirting easy) all managed to catch up to me in one weekend. Between that and recent changes, I got to thinking.

I lived in the same house for 17 years. The only "move" I every did was from the pretty, well-lit middle room to the slightly more dank and shaded second room. I painted the walls bubble gum pink (still have no clue why) and got some new bedding. Viola! Instant move.

So, naturally, it's been a little disorienting since I finished high school. Since graduating, I've moved 7 times:

1. Into my first closet of a room in Melvin Hall fall 2009
2. Into my second room living with Ali in Speare winter 2009
3. Into 12 boxes, one backpack and a two boxes I shipped home summer 2010
4. Into home, post-Europe
5. Into Dav A fall 2010
6. Out of Dav A (and into boxes. Again)
7. Into my New York closet version 2.0 Jan 2011 (I count these as two moves because there was a full month between the two)

Every time I move--and especially when I move to a new city--I feel like I gain some unique insight. I like little things from every place I've lived and I want to be able to smush them all together and have it all: New York's energy and awesome subway system, Boston's Athenaeum and Nu's campus and all my friends, and California's weather (duh) and beach and Mexican food and my family and my pets :)

It's as though every time I move, I become a little more introverted and my personality gets a little mini makeover.

Nothing made me more aware of this fact than this weekend. Someone recently told me that sometimes I act like I'm 40 and sometimes I act like I'm 10. I find the statement comical yet pretty darn accurate. But since living in New York, I've been favoring the 40 side.

I live in a tiny little room and have few friends in the city. I'm not complaining, but I spend a lot of time with myself, thinking and being calm and just being comfortable with myself. I also work full-time and hadn't anticipated that it would be so darn tiring (The idea of working AND having kids just makes me want to take a nap on my desk). I'm emotionally drained and don't feel the need to party hardy because everything's so darn expensive. So I watch a lot of movies. I read. I write. I plan.

Some may interpret that as being cold, but I think of it as a new found maturity.