Last full day.

Today is my last full day in my apartment in Worcester.  I will be moving out tomorrow afternoon.

Right now, I’m thinking about my last bit of packing…

But I also can’t help but think about the past two years I’ve had in this apartment.

When I moved into this apartment, I had just gotten back from a semester studying abroad in London.  I literally had $2.00 in my bank account when I returned to the States, so I got a job I hated, waiting tables at a fancy restaurant where customers did things like emailing management to let them know the tables were not aligned correctly.  Seriously.

Since then, a lot has changed.  I’ve gone through four jobs.  My boyfriend and I have grown and changed, and even though there were times when I thought for sure things wouldn’t work out, we are still together and happier than ever.  My senior season of field hockey ended, and I got a job as an assistant coach at a nearby college.  I had to learn how to enjoy running, since I only ever did it to train for the season.  I discovered what it’s like to live on the third floor of a triple decker without air conditioning when the city is struck with a major heat wave. One roommate moved out (and went to western Africa with the Peace Corps) and another one of our friends moved in.  I walked across a stage and got my Bachelors degree handed to me.  A year later, I walked across that same stage and got my Masters degree handed to me.

A lot has changed in the past two years and even more has changed since I left for school five years ago.  I can’t believe that tomorrow, after everything, I will be moving back home.  Part of me knows it will be okay because I am very close with my family.

Part of me is excited to see this guy everyday:

Part of me is not happy that I will be moving home.  Without a job.  Part of me is happy that I won’t be living in a messy apartment anymore.  But part of me is really going to miss living with my best friends of the past five years.

At least I’m going to see them in DC next week.



I told myself that when I had my last day of work, I would start a blog.

I’ve had blogs in the past. Back in middle school and through the beginning of high school, I used a site that was popular back then: DiaryLand.

An actual screenshot from my first blog...which I can still access today.

I then made the move to Blogger, where I wrote about my exciting life as a college sophomore.  I continued with this blog until my junior year, when I began dating my current boyfriend.  I then had another blog when I studied abroad in London, and another one last summer when I had to have one for my social media course.  Which leads me to now.

I have chosen to make a permanent move to WordPress, and what I choose to write about will be completely different this time.

I have spent the last 18 years in school.  First there was elementary, then middle, followed by high school.  Add on four years of college at a small, private university in Massachusetts and another year for my Masters at said university, and we have jumped ahead to today.

Last week I finished my graduate courses.  Then I went to Disney World.

But seriously…I did go to Disney.  It was wonderful.  Another post for another day, perhaps.

At Epcot!

Magic Kingdom!

Then I came back and worked one last week at–hopefully–the last menial job of my life.  The last job that does not relate to what I have spent so much time studying and preparing for.

I assumed that by the time I left this job, I would have one lined up.  I would be leaving one job and going to another, and I would be thrilled at the possibilities ahead of me.

And while I’m still thrilled about all of the opportunities ahead of me, I don’t have another job right now.  And honestly, I’m kind of nervous.  And scared.  But also, excited.

So I’ve had a bunch of blogs before.  And I’ve spent a lot of my life leading to this one big moment.  Graduation is May 22.

What will this blog be?  What I would like is to use this as a tool.  A way for me to keep track of myself.  For the first time since I was 16 (the age I could legally work in Connecticut), I am unemployed.  It’s scary.

But, it also gives me a lot of time to focus on me and what I want.  I want to find a job that I love.  I want to enjoy my free time, and spend it with friends I haven’t seen in far too long.  I want to spend time with my boyfriend, who I have only seen once every week or two for almost the past year (since he lives in Connecticut and I’ve been finishing school/working full-time in Massachusetts).  I want to maintain a healthy lifestyle.  But mostly, I want to be happy.  If there is a time to be unemployed, it’s right now.

Because really, who wants to be unemployed in New England in the winter?