I've really been craving a good bloggin lately, so I'm going to give this blog a round two. It's been... months upon months since I've truly updated this thing. There is SO much to update, but short story of it is I'm back home in Waterloo (key word being home), and I'm getting back into the swing of things here. So far that's meant buying myself a new mattress and new pair of boots, completely rearranging my room, watching tons of Duck Dynasty, Chopped, and Fringe, baking, shopping with my mom and planning for my Euro trip.
I'm also working. Finally I'm learning things and using my brain at work again. Every day is bigger challenge than the last. There is literally so much to learn that I feel it's impossible that I could possibly be selling in a year's time. This definitely isn't the mechanical come in to work and do the same thing you do every fucking day kind of job (cough, retail, cough). Retail was never for me. I can't do menial labour. It's... boring.
However, I do love to sell, and I'm good at it. I love speaking to people, which I'm also good at. Thanks English degree and good parenting, for making me eloquent! Also all those books I read, and still read. Today I was looking at them all piled up on my floor because my bookshelves are full. Read: I also have many boxes in storage, just filled with books. In my room alone there are probably 100 books, not counting those 300 some in storage. I was considering selling some of them or donating to a used bookstore but as I was staring at them I thought, one day soon I'm going to have my own place, and those would look fucking great in my own library. And one day maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be graced with little hellion children and they will enjoy those same books I lost myself in. Maybe they'll trace the same passages with their fingers, read the same pages over and over until the spines crack and the covers are creased. Fingers crossed.
Anyway, so much about me has changed, yet so much is the same. I still have a serious love for oversized sweaters, but now add to that collared shirts and blazers. And even the occasional dress (gasp). I've been careful to remind myself that belongings mean nothing. They're nice things, but working in retail, you start to let them own you. That is not the person I ever want to be - that is not how I was raised. So back to saving I go.
And all that saving is for something wonderful, just for me. At the end of May I'm traveling to the UK to meet my little sister who's there on a year exchange and we're backpacking Europe for a month and three weeks. We'll be visiting Amsterdam, Barcelona, Rome, Zurich, Freiburg, Koln, Berlin, Copenhagen, Oslo, Stravanger, Dublin, and London. I feel like I'm missing some but that's the jest of it.
