April 2016. When did it get so fucking hot? I thought anxiously, praying to god the sweat beads accumulating on my upper lip weren’t as noticeable as they felt. I was severely under-dressed when compared to the overall fanciness of this shindig and severely overdressed for the suddenly scorching late-spring Michigan weather. My outfit consisted … More no longer and not yet.
This year, for the first summer in five summers of apartment living, I took advantage of the community pool, which opened each morning at 10:00 A.M. weather permitting. For such an enormous complex, I expected a less-than-desirable experience but was pleasantly surprised to find the place very clean and completely dead until about 1:00 P.M. … More I swimmed! [once around the sun]
You guys. Today is one of those brilliant, twirly days where the stars align and all is bright and I was extra nice to the coffee lady on my way to work. I even held the door open for a COMPLETE STRANGER (hold for applause). Today marks 100 days free. Of cigarettes. Of alcohol. Of … More one hundred.
I can’t really remember New Years Eve 2015…or much of 2015 at all, for that matter. I’m able to visualize a few snippets of time…like a short highlight reel in slow motion, but for the most part, 2015 was one big, sad, blur. I do know I was more than ready to put that shitshow … More 2016: the hits.
Rummaging beneath our Christmas tree, my sisters and I found an oddly-shaped gift tucked way in the back. The tag read “To: The Girls | From: Santa.” It was December 19th (or thereabouts). In that moment, I accepted as truth what I’d mostly-known for a few years by that point: Santa isn’t real. What a … More 18 Things I’ve Learned in 18 Months (oops) of Single | Part II
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