Halloween is my favorite holiday.
My first Halloween costume was in the 8th grade when I dressed as Josie, lead singer of Josie and the Pussycats, for school.
We didn’t celebrate Halloween growing up and I’ve never been trick or treating, so it might seem odd that the holiday is now my favorite of the entire year.
Halloween is a holiday that embraces the weird inside all of us. There’s something about the holiday that encourages imagination and individuality. It’s a time when we can shed our usual pretenses of being just like everyone else, and celebrate what makes us eccentric.
A few months ago, I wrote about my top 10 favorite books of 2015. And before that, there was a post about my 5 favorite places in DC. Here we are now, discussing food.
You probably need this post. At least, I know I would need this post. In fact, if you could go write a similar post or even just shoot me an email with all your favorite easy recipes, it would be greatly appreciated. Because feeding yourself is difficult. Meal planning can be overwhelming.
It can be difficult to write when there’s no pressing deadline. I promised myself over a month ago that I would write about this topic. Then life happened, as it does, and I found myself thinking about other (more important) things than my top favorite books of 2015. If this post is going to get written, it must be written now. I’ve set myself a new deadline: finish this dang thing before I turn 28. I have four days.
My entire life is a construction zone.
Not only have Brad and I been working overtime to finish renovating our guest house/apartment so we can get it rented out, but even my office has undergone an overhaul. Thankfully, I’m not expected to help with the construction in my office building, but there seems to be a thin layer of dust covering almost every aspect of my life. If not dust, then paint. This morning I found white paint on my legs. I haven’t painted with white for about a week now, and I promise I’ve showered since then.
Brad and I spent last weekend in Sun Valley, ID, to celebrate our first anniversary.
It was great to getaway and enjoy the beautiful views of the ski resort town. This past year has been busy. It’s been a year of beginnings. Moving across the country, starting a new job, being unemployed, making new friends… and buying a house.
That’s right. A HOUSE. We bought a house. So I guess we’re staying here.
Which means I have to pack. Again.
Adulting is exhausting.
It seems like all I’ve been doing lately is filling out forms and signing things.
But I’m supposed to keep that all under wraps for a few more days, so I can’t exactly tell you why I’ve been filling out paperwork like it’s my job. Hey, I don’t make the rules for when I can tell you people things. It’s the cats who run the show.
The “fun” in “funemployment” might just represent the constant explanations that one has to give to strangers.
Random person: “Where do you work?”
Me: “I’m unemployed, looking for a job.”
Random person: “Oh! What do you do?”
Me: “I’m a writer.”
Let’s pause for a moment and recognize that “writer” is a very general term. But unless I want to stuff “Imaformerjournalist,butnowIworkinmarketing,socialmediaandwebsitecontent” into a 10 second answer, people would just stare at me blankly and think to themselves, “Geez, chick, I didn’t want to hear your entire resume.”
So instead I say “writer,” which makes me sound like I live in a Hallmark movie, probably wear a lot of cable sweaters, and live in a cabin on the beach.