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Happy Labor Day!

Happy Labor Day! I’m still enjoying the last few hours of my three-day weekend, so I’ll share some photos with you.

Friday night, I went to Wings U with Josh, my sister and her boyfriend, Mike. That blue drink is an Electric Blue cocktail, which was very sweet and delicious. Mike had a Long Island Iced Tea. The drinks there are fantastic. They also have a wide variety of beer, though Josh just had a Miller Lite.

Saturday night, a group of us met at my sister’s place to watch some football. My sister made two kinds of queso dip and some Red Velvet cupcakes and bought some mini corn dogs. I made chili and deviled eggs and bought some jalapeño poppers (gotta love T.G.I.Friday’s). Of course, there was also lots of chips and dip.

…And my sister’s friend brought five pounds of peanuts!

I spent the rest of the weekend Just hanging out and enjoying myself. For more photos from this weekend, check out my Instagram.

I hope you all had a safe and fun holiday weekend!


I need my best friend

It turns out not living with your best friend can result in not ever really seeing your best friend. Go figure.

I guess that’s what made today so special. I had lunch with my bestie, Hilary, this afternoon. On the river, at that. It was lovely.

However, it was the first time I’d seen her in probably two weeks (maybe a little less; my days have been running together lately). Not cool. Not cool at all.

It really sucks because on top of rarely seeing her, we rarely get to talk anymore. Our schedules are so conflicting, it’s hard to find two seconds for each other. I work days; she works nights. I’m off on weekends; she is definitely not.

I realized as we talked at lunch that there were too many things we hadn’t told each other over the past week or so. I found it pretty ridiculous, to be honest. It felt like we needed to spend an entire day together to really get back on track.

Unfortunately, that’s just not possible at the moment.

So what’s a girl to do? I need my best friend!

One solution I’ve found is the 5-minute convo (and, gosh, I wish I could find that link; I have no clue where I read it). Essentially, you call each other multiple times each week and talk for about five minutes each time rather than making long calls once a week or so. It could work. Maybe.

Yeah… probably not. There’s no way she and I could talk for only five minutes. Not a chance.

Anyway, I’m still working on a solution to this problem. I’m sure Hilary and I will have to discuss and decide what works best for us. And definitely plan a girl date when we have time. Gosh, we need it! (Well, at least I do.)

In the meantime, I’d love some suggestions. What do you do to maintain relationships with friends you don’t see often?

(The photo of our lunchtime view of the river I totally stole from Hilary’s Facebook. So, yeah…)

The thing about moving

I wrote this yesterday and intended to post it at some point last night. However, I haven’t had a chance to set up internet since I moved, and I wasn’t able to go anywhere with WiFi last night. So here it is, unchanged from last night. (You can pretend you’re reading it in real-time.)


Last night was the first night Josh and I spent in our new apartment, and I can’t tell you the array of emotions I felt. Honestly, the only few I can pinpoint were excitement, anxiety and sadness. They kept me up last night and will probably continue to for the next few nights.

I’m excited to finally be in this place, both literally and metaphorically. My new home is beautiful, and I love sharing it with Josh. And I’m stoked to finally have hit this mark in our relationship where we are comfortable enough to live together.

But I’m anxious too. Every time I move, I forget about how overwhelming the piles of boxes can be until the boxes start piling up in my new place. And I don’t mean empty boxes; those make me a happy person. No, I mean the ones still wrapped in tape and weighing what seems like a billion pounds. Yeah, those boxes.

The anxiety was expected. It happens every time I move. It takes me a week or so to get used to the idea that this place is my new home and I won’t walk through the front door of my former home again. It’s such an odd feeling.

I think the most difficult emotion to handle is the sadness, mostly because I can’t decide if I even should feel this way. It feels a lot like mourning.

Let me explain why this is so tough.

First, I hated where I was living before. The management was terrible, rent was ridiculous and my neighbors were obnoxious. So why should I be sad about leaving it behind?

Second, I’m super upset about having to get rid of my love seat. It wouldn’t fit in my living room, so now I’m left with only half the set (the couch). I feel so petty about it.

Finally, I miss my roommates. I’ve lived with my best friend for the past three years, and it’s hard to imagine not living with her anymore. She’s been my rock nearly the entire time I’ve lived away from my parents. This is the most difficult to deal with because it’s so hard to discuss without seeming like I don’t want to live with Josh (because I totally want to). Even though my best friend is, as she put it, only a text/call/drive/FaceTime away, I still miss her bunches.

So, that’s the thing about moving I always forget–the vast emotions I can’t seem to pinpoint. And they get harder to handle every time.