"WE MUST FIND COMFORT SOMETIMES IN SIMPLY BEING WHO WE KNOW OURSELVES TO BE."
I was never good about being alone. I grew up in a house full of toddlers and chaos. I spent four years living with a handful of girls. I partied every weekend. I still do. But living alone, Monday-Friday, I found myself alone with my thoughts and silence. Sometimes it sucks. Other times its completely relaxing.
So here I am, writing about my life. I've always thought about writing a blog, but could never narrow what to write about. Maybe fashion. But then that would never work because my style flucuates way to much, there would be no consistency. Maybe travel. But then again, my travels are limited to the Twin Cities because I'm broke. Maybe food. But then I might come off as a someone too obsessed with eating. And then everything in-between, like decorating my 2x4 apartment, why I'm the worst at drunk dials, why is everyone engaged, new music, and trying to figure out how to buy a new bike.
The point is I'm out here trying to figure out my life as a twenty-something. I'll admit that I'm crazy, impulsive, & indecisive. I know that. I can barely keep up with myself so here I am, blogging about random things, for the sake of untangling the cluster than is my life.
Do I expect anyone to read this and care? No. Do I expect anyone to relate if they do read this? Maybe. I'm literally just doing me. Enjoying the ride.
