Bros before Hos

I hate being alone. It's a fact. I am not one of those people who relishes in the few moments of quiet time during the day. Nope, I am one of those people who needs constant entertainment (I know, I sound totally annoying right now, don't I?) Perhaps I missed the only child lesson on being able to create your own fun, but I would rather spend time with just about anyone than have to spend a whole weekend without any plans. Not having anything to do on a Friday AND Saturday night= My personal nightmare. Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but I will say I get awfully cranky.... Unfortunately for me, this loneliness induced crankiness has been setting in a little more frequently as of late. Sure, I have a new guy in my life who has been taking up some of my time, but I am totally a "bros before hos" kind of girl if you know what I mean. Lately though it seems that my "bros" have been disappearing slowly, one by one. No, I haven't been driving them away. Rather, they have been driving themselves away. Literally. To another state.... or two, or three. Yup, in the past few months four(!) of my closest friends have moved away-- and another one is planning on leaving in the next six months. Now, I know it has nothing to do with me, but man does it suck. In my continued efforts to be positive, I will say that now I have lots of fun places to visit, but that doesn't really take away from the fact that I am running out of people to hang out with here in Boston. Mostly though, everyone moving away has just made me think about whether or not I should do the same thing. Where I would go, I have no idea. New York perhaps? I don't know. I guess I just feel like I've done my time in Boston and maybe I need a change. Anyway, it's just a thought for now....

What a Wild Wonderful Summer It's Been

The majority of last summer was spent eating ice cream and laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. This was randomly interspersed with bouts of the sobbing, heaving, i-can't-breathe kind of crying around Tony and near panic attacks around the fact that I was potentially going to have no place to live come September. Good times....

A year later though, I am happy to say that I am in an infinitely better place. I have wonderful friends who have helped me immensely throughout the year, a pretty decent job that has allowed me to have the best summer ever and a fantastic new apartment in downtown Boston. Even as our wedding date passed me by last Saturday, I managed to remain fairly calm throughout the weekend and kept busy despite my incredibly strong desire to revert back to last summer's go-to method of coping: wallowing.

Laying on the beach all summer certainly didn't hurt my efforts to be in a better place though. In fact, this summer has been unlike any other I can remember. This summer was spent traveling, having amazing adventures, meeting new people and of course pushing my toes through the sand on a regular basis. This summer was indeed the most perfect summer I could imagine for the "Year of Joy." Sure, I didn't complete all of the things on my list of things to before I was 30, but I made a good dent. And believe it or not, I am totally okay with that.

Here is a snapshot of the reasons why I was waaaaay too busy to blog:

July!
Phil's 30th Birthday Booze Cruise


I'm on a Boat aka Cape Weekend!!



Lake Winnipesauke


August!
Good Bye Allston, Hello Bay Village!


Best 30th Birthday Party Ever with Greatest Friends Ever!!


More Booze Cruisin'


Maine with my BFFs





Thanks to everyone who is still checking in! Consistent blogging resumes...now.