Ok! I've been putting off posting this for a long time. I love blogging. There is just something therapeutic about writing (or typing) things about your day on paper (or the internet). But I usualyl go back and re-read what I wrote and decide it's stupid and toss it. But not today! So if anyone is actually reading this (Is anyone reading this?), I apologize ahead of time for this blog that I will probably hate by the time I get done typing.
What's new? Only (just about) everything. I graduated, moved to a place where I had no friends, got a job that has nothing to do with my degree... Maybe a little backstory in necessary here.
Brian and I started dating almost 3 years ago. The way we met was so romantic... I was out at Skybar with some friends from work, drinking like a fish. I took pictures with a friend of a co-worker I didn't know. Those pictures ended up on Facebook and I decided this guy was cute. So I decided to friend him and stalk him on Facebook and in life until he noticed me. Mission Accomplished!
But seriously. That's how we met. And the stalking part is partially... or, mostly true. I mean, I didn't randomly show up at his house or peek into his window or follow him to class or anything. But I did make sure to hang out with my co-workers who knew him more often and I even got myself invited to his birthday party at Skybar!
But that's where my creepy behavior stops. Brian decided to get my phone number off Facebook and text me... at 2:00 AM. So don't be fooled... he's just as creepy as I am! However, that late night text led to a date, which led to more dates and hanging out and eventually becoming boyfriend and girlfriend! Like I said... totally romantic.
But after all those dates and hanging out and putting our relationship on Facebook for everyone to see, we became serious. We were in love and all that junk. And when you're in love you start to make awesome plans about what an awesome like you're going to have together. Not that our lives aren't awesome... but those awesome plans rarely work out.
One thing that stuck was moving away from Auburn. Don't get me wrong. I love Auburn... bleed orange and blue... always have. But living there for a long time in the wrong environment can really eat away at your soul. You either graduate and grow up and live in Auburn Adult Land (which I'm still not sure actually exists)... or you continue going out and partying with all the college kids. Except you're not in college anymore. You're 36 with a beer gut and a bald spot and hit on girls who are young enough to be your daughter.
Anyway... we both agreed that we wanted to move south. Anywhere north of Auburn was out of the question. Mostly because I hate winter. Really, really hate winter. The only time winter should actually exist is on Christmas and Christmas Eve. The rest of the time it ends up ruining my life. So after pretending that we could actually move to Florida and go to grad school in Gainesville or St. Augustine(hahaha... we were so cute back then!), we settled on Fairhope/Daphne/Spanish Fort. That's where Brian was from and I liked the area of the many times I had visited. We actually settled on Gulf Shores. Oddly enough, it's cheaper to live there and commute to wherever we ended up working.
We had this decided a year ahead of time. A year before Brian would be done with all this coursework. He would either do his internship in the summer or wait until we moved. I would be done with school after summer so everything would work out. And it really did. Except for the whole moving part.
I hate moving almost as much as I hate winter. Which is surprising considering I moved every year I lived in Auburn until Brian and I moved in together. And despite all planning, I always end up shoving things into my car at the very last minute and throwing away a lot of stuff that I would like to keep. It didn't fit and I hate to be out of my apartment at noon at it's 11:59.
This time was going to be different though! I had plans to take a trip a month to Brian's mom's house in Fairhope with carloads of stuff. We were giving away stuff to Goodwill. We were actually going to sell back all those textbooks. I was getting rid of all the junk we never use. Moving was going to be a breeze!
And it really should have. There were 3 trips to Fairhope with a carload of stuff. I gave away clothes to friends and Goodwill. Junk got thrown out. But with those 3 trips, a moving truck, and a carload of stuff on the way down to move, we still ended up shoving things into cars at the last minute. Food that I wanted to keep got thrown out. Swiffer mops and brooms (that I'd really like to have right now...) bit the dust. It was ridiculous. Needless to say, I'm never moving again. Ever.
So here we are. Moved into our new apartment that is big and awesome and way better than anything in Auburn. I'm 2 minutes from the beach. We have a spectacular pool (that I have yet to use...). I've been told there is a fitness room. Lucy has room to run throughout the house like a wild banshee.
But Brian and Lucy are my only companions. I have no friends here. Everyone at work has children and lives. And not to mention that I don't get to see Brian that often. He interns during the day and I work nights so we see each other in passing. My sleep schedule is a mess.
So I guess I'm stuck. It's weird... I'm exactly where I wanted to be when we made all these plans. Away from Auburn. Away from the crazy lifestyle and crazy people. Living in what is supposed to be Grown Up Land. But I don't feel anymore grown up. Except for that whole paying bill and working thing... but I've been doing that for awhile. I guess I feel like everyone is moving on and living their grown up life and I'm just in limbo waiting for something... not that I actually know what I'm waiting for.
So I don't know what I'm going to use this for. Maybe I'll gripe and complain about work. Maybe I'll post pictures of my dog (child). Maybe I'll talk about books that I've read or food that I've cooked (or ordered...). Who knows. We shall see. And maybe I'll find whatever it is I'm waiting for.
