five years later...
Guess what!
I'm back.
I've been coming back here for a few days reading old memories. I remember when I used to write full journal entries back in the day, and now its all about status updates and twitter feeds. to read what is going on in our friends lives is cut down to 140 letters. I mean sure there are blogs and ok, i have one too, and i'm sure everyone (or at least everyone i know) has dropped livejournal after the whole myspace thing happened, then it was facebook, and now the craze is twitter and wordpress and tumblr and everything else. But i think i've kept these old livejournals open all this time for a some reason. it's my history. my first livejournal entry was in june of 2001. over eight years later and how much i have changed. its weird.
So where i left off, my last entry i had just turned 25. and shortly after, met someone new that didn't live in Michigan. I moved to be with her and for 2 years it was great. Then it ended.
When someone says they "hit rock bottom" I now know what that means. It's not a place you would ever want to visit. I have had heartbreak in the past (oh god do we know) but never like this. I felt like the most important person in my life had died and my life was over as i knew it.
August of 2008 I moved to Chicago because I felt like I had the option to either move back to Lansing or move to a city I felt that gave me an opportunity for.... I don't know... something! anything!
At first I hated living in Chicago. I didn't really know many people, It was a huge city that I didn't know where anything really was. I felt like i wasn't cool enough for Chicago. I wanted out and I wanted to leave after being there for 2 months. Eventually I ended up loving it. I loved my crappy retail job in the city. I loved taking the cta everywhere. I loved the random shit that would happen and I would have these crazy stories for my friends.
The cost of living, and not having privacy of my own place and the need for going back to school made me decide that moving back to Michigan was the best option for me. So August of 2009 my friend Sarah and my family helped me move all of my stuff back to go 'ol Lansing.
I left behind a job but I have my own apartment and I don't have to share it with anyone except my dog! I love that all my stuff is MINE and if my kitchen is dirty, it's because of me.
So here I am. five years later still confused about life and now in my thirties.
I'm back.
I've been coming back here for a few days reading old memories. I remember when I used to write full journal entries back in the day, and now its all about status updates and twitter feeds. to read what is going on in our friends lives is cut down to 140 letters. I mean sure there are blogs and ok, i have one too, and i'm sure everyone (or at least everyone i know) has dropped livejournal after the whole myspace thing happened, then it was facebook, and now the craze is twitter and wordpress and tumblr and everything else. But i think i've kept these old livejournals open all this time for a some reason. it's my history. my first livejournal entry was in june of 2001. over eight years later and how much i have changed. its weird.
So where i left off, my last entry i had just turned 25. and shortly after, met someone new that didn't live in Michigan. I moved to be with her and for 2 years it was great. Then it ended.
When someone says they "hit rock bottom" I now know what that means. It's not a place you would ever want to visit. I have had heartbreak in the past (oh god do we know) but never like this. I felt like the most important person in my life had died and my life was over as i knew it.
August of 2008 I moved to Chicago because I felt like I had the option to either move back to Lansing or move to a city I felt that gave me an opportunity for.... I don't know... something! anything!
At first I hated living in Chicago. I didn't really know many people, It was a huge city that I didn't know where anything really was. I felt like i wasn't cool enough for Chicago. I wanted out and I wanted to leave after being there for 2 months. Eventually I ended up loving it. I loved my crappy retail job in the city. I loved taking the cta everywhere. I loved the random shit that would happen and I would have these crazy stories for my friends.
The cost of living, and not having privacy of my own place and the need for going back to school made me decide that moving back to Michigan was the best option for me. So August of 2009 my friend Sarah and my family helped me move all of my stuff back to go 'ol Lansing.
I left behind a job but I have my own apartment and I don't have to share it with anyone except my dog! I love that all my stuff is MINE and if my kitchen is dirty, it's because of me.
So here I am. five years later still confused about life and now in my thirties.