I’m back to blogging!
For those of you who don’t know me, I started a blog my senior year of college at Gonzaga University. The last post I wrote on giraffes+garlic+glamour was in May 2014. It was a time where I was at a loss of what to do with my life. There was a Brad-and-Jen-esque breakup, a hopeless job search, and a desperate struggle to just survive the last stretch of grad school. As a result, I abandoned my blog, just waiting for my life to get going again before I could recommit to something that made me really happy to build.
Let me reiterate something: the summer of 2014 was probably the worst time of my life. Yet, after four months alone in Spokane, things came together in just a week – literally in the eleventh hour. I was hired at a tech company in San Francisco, found a roommate in SF’s Russian Hill (seriously, no easy feat), finished up my MBA – all in a matter of 5 days. Getting the stomach flu that week and having to pack up my 400 square foot apartment during finals was just small potatoes compared to it all.
However, moving to a new city, let alone another state after spending my life in Washington was a much bigger obstacle than I ever anticipated. But how could I know that? I did get everything I was praying for all summer: a good job, a sweet apartment with an even sweeter roommate (best believe it!), and a shot at really starting over. Of course, it wasn’t too long before I started to realize that relocating to a completely different place without any local support system was a bold move. On the outside, my new life was everything my friends and family expected I’d build for myself; it’s even what I expected to do.
Naturally, work kicked my ass daily, my roommate was always studying for her CPA exams or traveling for work, I didn’t have my “person,” I was terrified that most of the friends I had were people from work, I stopped cooking, and I was struggling to regain or maintain all the relationships I had with people very important to me. This was growing up.
So what changed? I honestly don’t know. I stopped spending my nights home alone, instead opting to go out with my colleagues or people from school; I was really excited about getting more responsibility at work; I reconnected with someone really special; I started to give myself credit for all that I accomplished since The Move.
Even today I will admit that just these past six months in particular have been a new and unique struggle than when I first moved here. However I’m starting to realize that the roughest parts have been behind me for a while. I learned the tough lessons early: That people suck. Work isn’t fair. It’s okay to cry on your morning run if you aren’t facing the Golden Gate Bridge anymore. Vulnerability is good. Wine clubs are too much of a good thing. DVR is the real enemy. Emotional independence is key (still working on this). Stop caring what everyone thinks – except for your favorite people.
After all of that, today I bring you a new blog with a new name. In so many ways I outgrew GGG. I am actually glad I have no more access to it. Something about passwords and security… Maybe I’ll outgrow this new blog, though something tells me bourbon may forever be relevant to me. All I can say for sure is I’m excited to continue contributing to a space that is completely my own and chronicles another exciting chapter of my life.