It has been 2 years since i wrote my “Loving An Addict” series on here. I’m not sure what possesses me to hop on a blogging sight every couple years, but here I am again. I have no idea what I even want to say. Is anyone still here? Does anyone still follow me?
I have so many blogs that I start and forget about. Then I create a new one, because the posts are so far apart in date. I don’t want to do that again, so I guess I’m just picking up where I left off. So many things have changed in the last two years, kind of. I feel like things have changed, but I also still feel the same. I’ve grown a lot since my “Loving An Addict” post, I’ve learned a lot more as the years past and I would love to redo my story. Maybe tell my story. I suppose we’ll have to see what my brain can come up with.
If you’re still here, thank you for sticking around through the nothingness this blog has become. If you’re new here, take a trip down memory lane, or don’t. If you can see this at all, leave a comment and say hey.
Thursday night after I got out of work Kyle, Lauren, Mike, Jess, Johnny, and I all set off for New Hampshire! Three and a half hours later we arrived. Growing up I spent almost every weekend at that house, until I reached the age of wanting to spend more time with my friends than family. Now, as a twenty something year old wanderlust, I find myself wanting to spend more and more time there. The house is cozy. Set far enough away from the neighbors into the woods among the bears.
Thursday night was a short night since we didn’t arrive until 11:30PM. After setting up the house and bedrooms for our weekend get away, we relaxed until we were too tired to stay awake. Friday morning the guys collected and cut wood for the nights fire while the girls got ready. We went shopping in North Conway, grocery shopped for the rest of the weekend, and went to dinner at the Shannon Door. Friday night consisted of drinks and games.
Saturday morning Johnny and Jess left early to make it home for a birthday. Kyle, Lauren, Mike and I sat around the house not doing much for the day, just enjoying the nature around us. Late afternoon we went to Cathedral Ledge. The view is so beautiful from up there.
Kyle pushed his limits by hopping over a fence and wandering down the rock to get a better view. Needless to say I walked to the entrance and waited anxiously for him to return.
We left Cathedral Ledge and went home so I could start cooking dinner. We lit the wood burning stove and the whole house smelled like warm apple cider, cookies, brownies, and BBQ chicken. We sat outside by the fire and relaxed for our last night there.
Sunday came quick and we decided to take the Kancamagus Highway home. Breathtaking is an understatement. Especially in the fall. Since I didn’t have my camera with me I need to make another trip soon.
One weekend is never good enough. I always say I want to move down south, but I think its up for debate. Another weekend of great memories with wonderful people.
Thursday night when I got out of work I headed over to my friends house to do a photoshoot of her. I’ve been thinking of getting back into photography for a while now and this was the perfect opportunity to pick up my camera again. I wasn’t sure how they would come out considering it has been a while since I felt comfortable holding a camera, but I’m satisfied with the results.
With what little lighting and props I had to work with I’m very proud of the way these came out. I’m by no means a professional, but some day I hope to be.
Is blogging at work frowned upon? Probably. I’ve been here for almost an hour already and it’s rather boring. I read some of my favorite blogs, watched some of my favorite Youtube channels, listened to messages, and fooled around with my camera. Inspiration to start writing hit me and here we are. If for some reason you’ve stumbled upon my page its probably because you’re bored and got sucked into the black hole of the internet. If for some reason you searched for my page, well, I doubt it. Anyways, welcome!
Tonight should be fun. I haven’t brought out my camera for quite some time now and when my best friend asked me to do a photo shoot of her, I excitedly accepted. When figuring out what I want to do with my life I always seem to go back to photography. Doing it on my own is the only issue. I need classes.
Well, there goes my motivation to write anything… right out the window. Along with everything else I start. My brain will be swarmed with so much clutter that I’ll feel the need to start a blog. Then, as soon as I start writing it all disappears. So for now, this is it. Maybe I’ll post some of the pictures I took. Maybe they wont be good enough to post. We’ll see.
It’s midnight and I’m starting to get a headache. I’ve tried closing my eyes, but nothing happens then I get bored. So here we are.
Two different job opportunities came my way today. Tomorrow I find out if I have a good chance at one of them. I don’t want to get my hopes up because I’ve had such bad luck with jobs the last 3 years, but I can’t help but think this is going to be good.
Really don’t have much else to say so I guess I’ll end this here.
It’s 1AM Wednesday morning. Most people would consider this to be late. For me this is still early. Sleep hasn’t come easily for the past few years and honestly I haven’t tried to figure out why. Strangely this is when I am most motivated. Motivated to get a new job, start projects, learn new things, eat better, work out, better my life, and starting tonight I guess online Journaling. I’ve said for a long time I want to start writing in a journal again, but if night time is the only time I’m going to want to do it I might as well make it here. I’ve started so many “blogs” and always promise to stick to them, but here we are again. I feel as though when I start one I feel like I need to give it a theme and only write about what people will want to read. Starting now I’m going to write for me. If people read it, great. If not, oh well. I feel like I’ve said that before, too.
Today, meaning Tuesday, so I guess yearerday… either way, was an okay day. I feel myself slowly hating the adult world. I hate that I live to work and work to live and it’s making me miserable. Everything revolves around money and I don’t have any. I want to wake up excited to work and I want work to feel like it’s not work at all. I’m sure everyone feels that way. I’m 24 years old and don’t know what I want to do with my life. So many people have suggested what they think I should do. Sometimes I get excited about things, then the excitement passes and I don’t want to do it anymore.
My friends, family, and boyfriend make me happy.
If I could get paid to be around them 24/7 I’d be the happiest person in the world. Since I can’t I’ll stay miserable going to a job I don’t want to go to making money I don’t have for very long.
As for right now I’m sick of writing so I suppose I’ll try and sleep for the next 3 hours. 4am is when the magic happens and my body and mind allow me to drift off.