I know that my last post was kind of depressing (I know it was on my end). But I’m decided to make a change:

I’m moving back to the Midwest.

That’s right. I’m From IU to DC and back again.


I’m not happy out here. I miss open spaces and open roads. I miss greenery everywhere. I miss the smells of Fall, Spring and Summer.

I miss NOT having traffic, or at least having a good reason for it. I miss polite people (it’s a Midwest thing).

I miss being able to afford gas, rent, groceries and a dinner out. I miss having a cushion when I pay my bills (for those who live in other super-expensive cities – L.A., NYC, DC – you know what I mean).

I miss the Midwest.

I was also unhappy with my job. It takes a special, amazing person to be a salesman, and I do not fall in that category (or anywhere near the outter ring of that category). Cold calling made me nauseous. I stressed every single day about my job. I’d cry in my car on the 45 minute drive home at least twice a week. I was not happy.

I finally realized, after a particularly hard day, that I HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE THIS.

I’m not tied down here. I don’t have a lease. I’m not dating anyone. And while I have friends in the area, they understand completely. So I made the hard decision to move back home to the Midwest. Without a job waiting for me – which is totally terrifying.

I am waiting to hear back on a job interview I did have for a writing position out in the Midwest. I’d LOVE to get that job, but it not, I have no job set up. As scary as that is, I’m ok with that. I’m a hard worker and will find something. And knowing that I’m back in the Midwest (with family), I know that I’ll be ok.

I don’t think my time out here was wasted. I see it as a great time of learning. Everything happens for a reason.

And I leave you with my favorite quote right nowūüôā

It’s been months (literally) since my last post. I could make some excuse about being busy, but I’d be lying. So I’ll tell you the truth.

And the truth is that I’m miserable.

Not just sad. Not homesick. Not having a bad day. I’m just miserable.

And a lot of things contribute to that. A lot of things that I can’t go into right now. But suffice to say, it’s hard to get up in the morning, hard to make it through the day, and hard to imagine doing the same thing the next day.

After taking a hard and truthful look at things (which isn’t at all easy), I’ve decided that I need some change. Some BIG change. And I’ve planned accordingly.

I will let everyone in on those changes soon. Until then, I keep pushing myself to go on to the next day

(Just to be clear – I’m not suicidal in any way. I’m just to that point where I don’t want to get out of bed. Depression? Possibly, but I know what to do to help make it better, and that little glimmer of change is what gets me through each day.)

In lighter news, I did something this weekend that DOES make me happy. I ran one of the obstacle course races I ran last year, the Super Spartan. I was horrendously out of shape for it, but I was going to do it nonetheless (I did pay for it, after all).







8 miles with 75 obstacles. Let’s just say, my legs were jello and I’m STILL finding bruises and scratches.

I hope everyone has had a better past couple months than meūüôā

How do I know it’s Monday?

– I could barely wake up
– I had no creamer for my coffee this morning
– There was horrible traffic on the way into work
– And my computer wouldn’t log on when I got to work this morning. All I got was a black screen with a white mouse. The IT guys are getting me a new one, but until then, I’m sitting here twiddling my thumbs. Everything I do somehow involves a computer. I can’t even make phone calls because all my numbers are on my computer. I have limited access to emails through my phone, but that’s about it.

And all THAT is how I know it’s Monday.


I’m not a hypochondriac, I swear. More often than not, if I’m sick or hurt, I’ll suck it up, take meds and put ice on it. Normally, it clears right up.

Yesterday, my left foot started hurting, down at the ball of the foot. “I’m wearing heels,” I thought. “No big deal.” Except it didn’t go away when I got home. Or last night. And it hurt worse this morning, to the point where I didn’t go workout because it would have killed me to run.

So what did I do? I used WebMD to check it out. And basically, I might die from it.

This is what I get when I tell WebMD that my foot hurts.

(I love my new-found ability to take screenshots on my phone, btw).

As the day goes by, my foot hurts less, but it hasn’t gone away completely (and I’m wearing flats today). So I’m not quite sure what’s wrong with me. But if it’s not one thing, it’s another. But I don’t really think I’m dying.¬† I just think my body hates me.

It’s hot here. Literally hotter than the rest of the country, according to the weather people.

It’s so hot, my phone does this fun thing:

Not quite sure why the unlock is in French. My settings are certainly NOT in French.

When I saw this, I stuck my phone in the fridge. Not abnormal at all.

So I’ve been staying inside as much as I can enjoying the AC.

I hope you’re not as hot as I am.

Like the title says, I’m having a slight blogger freak out moment.

You know when you tweet or comment on an Instagram photo of a big-time blogger, you rarely except them to reply? (You’ve never done it? Maybe it’s just me).

Well, one blogger replied. I had a mini freak out when I saw it.

I LOVE love LOVE Megan’s blog Across the Pond.

For those behing the times, Megan is a LA girl that moved to UK for her Masters program and just happened to meet an adorable Scottish guy (who just proposed! Yay!).

(I think her posts on their conversations are hysterical, btw, so you should check them out).

Well, I replied to a tweet she sent out…and¬†SHE REPLIED BACK.

OMG,¬†not only was I surprised, but super excited to. She doesn’t know it, but¬†to me she’s like a celebrity and I wasn’t expecting a reply. So¬†it made my day.

If you follow blogs, you know what I mean. If you don’t, then you probably think¬†I’m a nut job right now. But if you don’t, then you need to catch up with the 21st century. Seriously.¬†

For a seriously small-time blogger like myself, it was pretty cool to have Megan respond to a random tweet. Which just proves that she’s as cool as she seems on her blog.

(And all opinions are my own – she 100% doesn’t know about this random post about her. Which is a little creepy, I know).