New Beginnings

They (whoever they are)  say you only have one life to live, but I must wholeheartedly disagree.

Moving boxes and the man-friend. It has begun.

I'm 26 years old, and I swear I have lived what feels like a thousand lives in my short time on this earth. I was once a mute, shy and awkward-- oblivious to what the world had to offer. Another time I was a party girl, just one Greek t-shirt shy of a sorority. Then there was the life where I was a jellyfish: moving--albeit slowly-- fluidy on my way to nowhere in particular. 

But now I'm here, and it seems like the paths of my past are converging; ending, and starting anew all at once... time for the next life.

Where I've been in comparison to where I'm going seems hilarious, and if you ask me to, I'll gladly tell you it all, but for today I'll keep it relatively brief. As fate would have it, I'm moving in with my man-friend. Most certainly the beginning, and end, of an era.

Our story, although certainly not original, will surely provide comic relief. But aside from our unholy union taking a pit stop in the Twin Cities, we relocate our romance to the Great Plains of Bismarck, North Dakota.

Yes, that Bismarck. 

Plot twiiist!

Welcome to my adventure, friends.

-XO