Hello, it’s me (again and again and again)

It’s time for my annual “Hello all, I’m alive, I really am” check-in on this blog. It’s a blistering 93 degrees here in Chicago…in late September. No, really. A week ago I may have been in deep up in the Rocky Mountains of Canada, wearing layers upon layers in near-wintry weather while traversing Alberta’s beautiful lakes in Banff National Park, but now I’ve taken refuge at my parents’ air-conditioned abode to escape this heck of a heat wave. I never thought I would ever say this—no really, I have never been one to say no to summer conditions—but damn, where the autumn at?

Not much to update on my end here…and yet there is. I moved to a new apartment, in the Lincoln Park neighborhood of Chicago. Still don’t have a car, but somehow I’ve managed with public transportation for the past year and a half. Still at the same place of employment, where I’ve now been for six whole years. (Seriously, WTF? I don’t know how that happened.) Traveling just as much as ever, much to the dismay of my credit card accounts. As previously mentioned I just came back from a trip up to the Canadian Rockies, which by far had to have been the most exhilarating (nature-wise) experience of my life. And yes, even better than visiting the Grand Canyon for the first time last year (and let’s face it, no matter how busy the Grand Canyon it legitimately is one of the coolest natural features in the world). As someone who grew up in the flat lands of Illinois, to be surrounded by the tallest mountains I’d ever seen for a four straight days was nothing short of amazing.

Today is probably the first Saturday in a very long while in which I have nowhere to go and nothing to do. It is strange and amazing and terrifying at the same time. It’s like, what am I supposed to do with my time if I’m not rushing off to go somewhere for an errand or a party or a fitness class or social event? Why, I guess try to log back in to my WordPress and see if I’ve still got a blog, LOL.

I’ve finally accepted that I’m aging

When I was younger (teen years, to be more precise), I frequented many online communities and I was always amused by the amount of people who had to step away from their duties as forum moderators or webmasters or whatnot because “real life was in the way” or “taking up too much time.”

Now that I’m an “adult”…I fully, completely 100% understand the sentiment.

I do feel guilty for letting my web hobbies fall to the wayside. After all, they consumed much of my adolescence and were a source of pride for me. But man oh man, this whole being an adult thing is serious shit! I was around 12 years old when I began experimenting around the Internet and learning the trades of website design and creation. Now I’m in the later half of my 20s, and my mind and body is starting to feel the effects of aging (and yes, I’m aware I’m not quite that old yet, but whatever). Just getting up and doing laundry is now considered an accomplishment for me.

This morning we said good-bye to my younger brother as he jetted off to Japan for a year of teaching (technically, he hasn’t jetted off yet—apparently they’re still stuck at the gate. Good ol’ O’Hare delays). It’ll be really weird to not have him around in the same metropolitan region/state/country but all the same. Very proud older sister here.

Did I mention I’m starting to feel the effects of aging? It’s now 2:49 in the afternoon and I feel ready for an old lady nap.

I’ve got plans

I know, I know. That’s what I always say, right? But this time I’m determined. I’ve set myself a deadline, I’ve been doing research, I am movin’ and groovin’ on it! My goal is to slowly transform this blog around and really pump out more writing than before. Enough of me crabbing about like I’m still 14 years old (although, really, I can’t guarantee it 100%).

In other news, I’m trying out the Twenty Fifteen theme here for this blog. To maintain some semblance of the style I was using before, I kept the background image. Oh, and those pictures of a random girl to the left there? Yeah, that’s me, courtesy of my Instagram. I guess it’s time I got really personal with this place.

(Jesus Christ, though, these fonts are huge. I feel like an old lady re-reading this.)

I went old school

Why yes! It’s my first post of 2015. Can you believe it?! I’m still here! I’m still alive.

I actually have a very good reason for my latest lengthy absence. Namely, I’ve started writing in an actual journal again.

A real journal!

I received this bad boy from my cousin for Christmas, and at first I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it—I mean, who actually physically writes down their thoughts anymore? Then I said to myself, Oh what the heck. I decided to bring the book with me on the sojourn to Miami at the beginning of January, and began writing promptly on the plane ride. It actually turned out to be a pretty cathartic writing session. And then I kept writing throughout the trip.

Nearly 3 months later, I’m still writing in it. It’s become my new best friend.

I wrote in it!

So if you’re curious as to what I’ve been up to these past few months (and I’m sure there’s many of you out there…or not), all the juicy stuff is in there. And there was a lot. In addition to Miami, I also went to New Orleans in February for Mardi Gras (my poor liver) and Seattle at the end of February for fun (again my poor liver). Three trips across the U.S. of A. in the span of two months—it was definitely quite the record for me.

Taking over Mardi Gras 2015

For 2015 my social life somehow decided to reinvent itself and I’ve become, instead of a 21-year-old outgoing party girl…a, well, 25-year-old outgoing FUN girl (I say fun because swigging wine at friends’ apartments have replaced the nightclub parties I attended as a younger 20-something). Work has been…well that’s another story. My love life is another story as well. It’s all in the journal now!

At any rate, I don’t plan on giving up this blog anytime soon. In fact, I’ve got plans (like I always do). But this time I hope to follow through on everything I’ve been planning the past year or so. Shit’s getting real.

Peace ya’ll.