700 Miles Later, I Found My Understand

I realize it’s been a while since I’ve written on this blog. Frankly, for the past three months, I’ve been writing every single day between my chapbook and my blog articles for my two writing jobs. On a laptop I’ve been for six years that’s about to crash and burn for the final time. It’s been rewarding, but also lonely, and at the same time been saving me money by not going out bar hopping til two in the morning. Which brings me to my past weekend in Chicago and Peoria.

I was really looking forward to a trip to Peoria ever since Valentine’s day weekend. So when the opportunity to celebrate a friend’s 21st birthday came along, I jumped the gun and made it my mission to see all of my old college buddies. I have felt so out of place since graduating that I honestly don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I want to write, create articles that will get people talking, and not sound corny in my personal writing. Finding a way to have enough money for my new cell phone, new laptop, future Christmas presents, AND paying off my car insurance is exhausting for a writer/sales associate.  I didn’t care though. I was determine to have a weekend of fun, even if it meant driving all the way up to the Chicago land area.

The weekend of epic proportions was filled all of the people I wanted to see, the downtown Chicago skyline and bars, and simply hanging out with the old crew. I even saw some people from high school I didn’t expect to see. It was wonderful. It made me grateful seeing everyone in a better, happier, and more honest place in all of our lives. I found a little inner peace knowing that everyone is fine and I didn’t need to worry if everyone was alright so much. Driving to Peoria again made me realize something. Realize my understanding for “the struggle”. My understanding that life is short and the time to start getting happy and moving forward is now. I’m glad I’ve been staying on my grind and focusing on myself.

The struggle is real, but it’s the grind that makes you real.

Happy International Women’s Day!

This post is celebrating women empowering women everywhere, or as I like to call it: A True Best Friend Just Knows: Part II.

Being at home and away from college means appreciating your friendships more. With most of my “Bradley peeps”, I go through periods where I text them every-so-often so that I’m not bugging them and still keep in touch. But there are those friendships, the few and proud, that I need in my life more than Girls, YouTube, and coffee combined.

Here is another example of how close college friendships can be wonderful!

-Sus-

I had a Stein nightmare. He gave me a C in his class and told me to never write again.

-Iz-

Awww poor thing! He would never do that in real life.

-Sus-

I also had a dream I was back in high school. What the heel, brain? I think it’s mad I stayed sober to do homework last night. Missed its regular Thursday night brews.

-Iz-

Your brain must miss the good times of being in school. Haha, my brain likes me, I had my brew last night and it was much deserved.

-Sus-

Niiice. Ugh, I think I’m just excited about visiting. I know it’s only for a night but it will be epic!

-Iz-

Definitely will be! I am so excited!! It’s too bad you’re not staying the whole weekend though.

-Sus-

I know. 😦 I would but because of my schoolwork, it just wouldn’t be wise.

-Iz-

Totes understand

-Sus-

Is Jamar coming down to?

-Iz-

He is! I’m not sure about your husband though.

-Sus-

Ugh. I wish my husby was but alas, he can’t come. Jamar is on my last nerve. He has been super creepy as of late.

-Iz-

Cuz of his job? How super creepy are we talking? Cuz I haven’t heard from him in a while.

-Sus-

And well, there was the whole ‘don’t go to Topeka’ and he makes comments on my Facebook, calling me ‘sexy’ and stuff like that, and I just delete them. He’s doing to me what he used to do to you.

-Iz-

Really?! I have never see those comments on your Facebook. I remember when he did that to me and I would be so annoyed by it. Ugh, he really needs to grow up and move on.

-Sus-

That’s because I delete them.

I just worry he’ll get touchy feely and make his usual jamar comments. I’m sick of it.

-Iz-

I hope not. He knows you have a boyfriend, so he better leave you alone. If he comes after you, I would playfully grab your ass and tell him, ‘She’s my Valentine, so back off buddy cuz you’re not getting any from her!’

-Sus-

Yes, Chad too. He thinks we’re going a v-day date. I dunno, I just want to see you. I’m just using Chad for the ride which is so bitchy but yea, I have a boyfriend so stop hitting on me.

I’m Liz’s Valentine.

-Iz-

That’s sad of him to think that, what a chump. That’s how I feel! We planned this a month ago and now, everyone is dog piling on. I just wanna see my Valentine! And besides, women use men for stuff all the time. Nothing surprising there.

-Sus-

I love you. Really, I do. That text was perfection.

-Iz-

Lol, I go the extra mile you, love.