Posts tagged ‘real life’

in which i have returned

And, I’m back!

Back on the East Coast, back on Eastern Time, back to civilization!!!

Okay, that last one might be a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point. I am officially moved! My dad flew out to Phoenix on Saturday and helped me finish up my packing, and then we hit the road on Sunday.

Sunday, we made it to Albuquerque, NM. Monday to Oklahoma City, OK. Tuesday to Memphis, TN. We were only supposed to go as far as Asheville, NC on Wednesday, but we (mostly me) decided to haul ass and make it all the way back. So we did! Made it back to Raleigh at about 11pm last night.

So happy to finally be back! It was a very uneventful roadtrip. Outside of being attacked by a huge tumbleweed and some crazy wind and fog, nothing exciting happened.

So now, I’m back. With no plan. Did get another rejection from a grad school. That’s Yale, BU and RISD down, MICA to go. Who knows what will happen?

How are all of you? I’ve got about 100 posts to catch up on in my Reader, so I don’t know what’s going on! Fill me in!


April 2, 2009 at 6:51 am 1 comment

in which there are phone calls, emails and rollover minutes

So in my last post, I told you all about my weekend full of hiking, booze and college friends. I wrote about how Dom and I talked for about five hours on Saturday night / Sunday morning, and really reconnected with each other. Well…

Since then, we have talked almost every single day. For at least an hour. Sometimes on the phone, sometimes online, sometimes a combo. I’ve actually used up all of my Anytime Minutes on my cell phone plan for the first time since I got it. I’ve finally had to dip into my rollover minutes. Somedays we email each other back and forth upwards of sixteen times while he’s at work and I’m home getting ready to move. It’s completely and totally bizarre. I can’t talk to anyone the way I can talk to him. We just… get each other. Does that make sense? Is there someone in your life who gets what you’re saying all the time without explanation? That’s the way we are. We just understand. It’s what attracted us to each other in the first place, way back when. And the best part is, there is nothing romantic about it at all. We’re just kick-ass friends all of a sudden.

However, not everyone is loving our newfound friendship. Dom has a girlfriend who is less than pleased. She’s coming around to the fact that it’s just friendship, which is good. I know it can be tough when your boyfriend or girlfriend has a really close friend of the opposite sex. It just makes it tougher that we used to date. Granted, we dated four years ago, when we were nineteen. But it doesn’t change the fact that at one point, there was a romantic relationship between us. Also, Jesse is being weird about it. I think he’s just being an idiot. He says he’s fine with it, but I can tell he isn’t. And some of our other friends are acting weird about it too. My close girlfriends seem to think that now I’m hiding things from them, because I mentioned that I had talked to Dom about some stuff that I’ve never talked to anyone else about. So now they’re a little hurt.

Both of us feel like we have to defend being friends, which is insanely frustrating. Why can’t we just be friends? Yes, I get it. We dated. But… we dated FOUR years ago. We’ve both had serious relationships since then. We’re so past that point of our lives that it’s ridiculous. We’re completely different people now. Ugh. Have you ever had this problem? How have you dealt with it? I would seriously appreciate any tips or ideas!

March 26, 2009 at 10:24 am Leave a comment

in which there is a road trip

So… hey. Here’s the post I promised last week. I swear, this moving crap is taking over my life! So ready to be out of here. Prepare yourselves, this one is gonna be a doozy.

Two weekends ago, a couple of my friends from college came into town for a few days. There were six of us total: Brent, Dom and Dan (who live in Philly) and Lindsey, Jesse and I (who live here in Phoenix). We all went to college together, but knew each other for different reasons at different times. Brent, Jesse and I lived on the same floor (three rooms in a row, to be precise) our freshman year, and were instantly crazy tight. Brent, Dom and Dan were all Civil Engineering majors. Brent and Jesse lived together sophomore and junior year. Dom and I dated sophomore year and again briefly junior year.* Brent, Jesse and Dom lived together senior year. Brent and Lindsey dated senior year. Jesse and I dated senior year.

Now, I hadn’t seen Brent, Dom or Dan since graduation. Dom and I could barely be considered friends, as we hadn’t spoken beyond polite hellos and goodbyes our senior year. We were still weird after breaking up. Plus, I was dating his roommate. Awkward? Yes.

Anyway… a quick summary of the trip is as follows:

Thursday: The boys & Lindsey went mountain biking while I was at work. After I got off work and they were done biking, we all went to Lindsey’s for dinner and drinks. Lots of drinks. My head still hurts thinking about it.

Friday: Jesse had to work. Brent, Dom, Dan, Lindsey & I piled into Lindsey’s car and drove up to the Grand Canyon. The backseat was so small that Dom, Dan and I were basically on top of each other. A good way to get reacquainted. Plus, the middle seat (where I was sitting) for some reason only had half of a seat belt. It had the shoulder part, but nowhere to buckle it. Very strange. We ended up looping my seat belt through Dan’s. Luckily, we didn’t crash the car. I probably would have shot out of the windshield and died. Awesome. Anyway, we made it up to the Grand Canyon and hiked around for about six hours. Yes, you read that correctly: SIX. Long day, but awesome. We all caught up, joked around and had a great time. When we were done hiking, we piled back into the car and drove down to Flagstaff, where we met Jesse at a hotel. We went out for dinner and drinks. Lots of drinks. I had four very, very strong margaritas. I promptly slipped on some ice and fell on my ass on the way back to the hotel. Awesome.

Saturday: We piled into two cars (so much more space!) and drove down to Sedona, where we said we were going to hike for an hour or two. We actually hiked for about six or seven. It was so gorgeous and the weather was so beautiful that we just didn’t want to stop. We hiked the Broken Arrow trail, which I highly recommend if you go to Sedona. It is super gorgeous, and not too hard. It goes to Submarine Rock, which you can climb on top of and have an amazing view. Dom, Dan, Jesse and I also hiked partway up Chicken Point, which is a little like off-roading, only on foot. There are bits and pieces of trail, but you have to make your own way a little bit. It was a bit terrifying, but really rewarding when we were done. We were easily 150 feet up in the air. Probably much more. It was gorgeous. When we were finally done, we drove back down to Phoenix and headed over to Lindsey’s for dinner again.

Saturday Night: Yes, Saturday night gets its own section. We ate an amazing dinner of shrimp scampi and drank way too much. I had (I think) two beers, a Jack+Coke, and at least a bottle and a half of wine. We were all rather ridiculous. And the booze let the conversation flow, especially between Dom and I. Now, as I said, we haven’t spoken at all since graduation. And all of a sudden, we found ourselves telling each other everything. Talking about stuff we never talk about with anyone. For hours. And I mean, hours. We started talking at about 10pm, and ended up going for a walk around Lindsey’s neighborhood. We finally came back inside to go to sleep at 3am! It was nuts. It was super amazing to reconnect with him.

Sunday: Since we had all crashed at Lindsey’s, Jesse and I brought the boys to the airport on our way home in the morning. And then I spent the day recovering. I think I actually spent the week recovering. I have not been that physically active or been that drunk that often in at least two years. I was achy all week. It was an amazing weekend. Best weekend I’ve had in a really long time.

Okay, I need to stop this post now. It’s getting a little out of control. Cue second post……

*I have a problem with dating friends and friends of friends. All of my boyfriends in college were pretty good friends with each other. It’s kind of a problem sometimes.

March 26, 2009 at 10:03 am Leave a comment

in which i’m so excited that i’m crying

My best friend is getting married!!!!

Oh man… I’m so happy and so excited for my friend, Kelly. She and Aaron have been dating since we were seniors in college… soooo almost three years now. They just got engaged yesterday and I am so freaking happy for them that I’m actually in tears!

You seriously could not meet two nicer people than Kelly and Aaron. They are just the best people that I know, and they are so perfect for each other. I’ve known Kelly for over five years now… we met on a photography study abroad program in New Zealand, and pretty much instantly became freakishly tight. I love her to death. She’s one of the few people that I know without a doubt will be my friend forever. And I’ve known Aaron for just over three years… we met shortly before he and Kelly started dating. He is such a cool guy and super nice. Love him to death too.

Anyway… so excited! Now two of my closest friends are getting married! Holy crap… I’m an adult!

March 8, 2009 at 9:29 am 3 comments


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