Real Talk

May 29, 2012

Well, this is weird. I’m officially a real girl.

Yesterday I drove through tropical storm Beryl (what kind of name is that anyway?) and moved into my new little apartment.

It was worth the drive though because I arrived to freshly laundered towels and a fridge stocked with cold water bottles. I found the place on Craigslist and instantly fell in love with it because it was completely furnished, affordable, clean and located in the cutest little town.

Seriously, everywhere I go people are smiling, waving and asking me how I’m doing. My inner New Yorker thinks it’s freaky and unnatural, but it secretly makes my heart melt.

I’m actually living in an equestrian neighborhood, so it’s completely normal for people to ride their horses down the streets. This, of course, entertains me to no end. I finally saw it in action today and freaked out:

I’m trying really hard to stay calm about my first day of work. I have no idea what I’m getting into, but I’m really excited. I keep telling myself that if I’m writing about weddings all day long, I can’t ever be unhappy. Right? Wishful thinking.

But right now I’m just bursting with optimism. I have a great job, a place to myself and I’m close to the people I love most. What more could I ask for?