Well today is officially the first day I am embracing the blogging realm. I look forward to sharing world-class footage with you in the coming months as I embark on a journey all the way around the world to Sydney, Australia (where, in my helpless romantic mind, I find myself and life finally has definitive meaning).
But not so fast everyone, as I’ve learned in the recent past you cannot fast forward time, no matter how hard you try. As such, I’ve accepted defeat and in turn have been doomed to live each and every day I have left in this country – and for those of you who choose to “follow” me, you’ll be living them with me, because the story starts here. : )
Anyone who knows me can tell you that at this moment in my life I am restless, emotional and confused – making me quite a handful to all of my friends, you know I love you all. Mandy Baca, who always gives me shout-outs in her blog posts, which are actually legitimate in comparison to my sorry excuse for a blog, deserves a personalized “woo-woo” – Mandy, cheers to you, you’re an AWESOME friend – and I can’t wait for your birthday on Friday!
So here I am, an American girl thirsting for knowledge beyond the borders of the United States – I want to learn what it’s like to be a real Aussie, taste a genuinely Australian dinner, and later throw back a good amount of wholesome Australian carbs as I sip on a freshly brewed Foster’s. Just kidding. Well not about the beer reference just about drinking Foster’s (I just had a flashback to the days where I worked at Bayside Marketplace in Miami, which for anyone who knows, features Miami’s strangest characters, usually with a Foster’s oil can in hand as they stumble down along the bay).
The best thing about change is this:
“This is an important lesson to r emember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.” – Kelly Cutrone, If You Have to Cry, Go Outside
Kelly Cutrone is my hero, well next to my mom and a few others at least… Thank you Shannon Martin for one of the best birthday gifts I’ve ever received, and the first novel I’ve ever officially highlighted in. Who knew exactly three months after receiving this book I would end up exactly like one of Kelly’s characters, all alone and scared in the ferocious (yeah, I said it) world of PR? This is my bible for life, and it will be traveling all the way around the world with me in five months.
And so, I find solace in the change that is forthcoming; although it will require a great amount of courage, it is a part of a lesson that I will need to learn. Change is something I crave on a daily basis, and the pain I experience now as I am forced to be without some of the most important people I know will soon provide me the courage to face larger obstacles in my life. These years for me are all about learning what it’s like to be on my own, teaching myself things nobody ever bothered to (aka living vicariously through some of the closest friends I have – I hope she knows who I’m talking about – one of my “angels” in life), and indulging in the culture and diversity that surrounds me everyday.
Today begins my goodbye to Miami and all that it has brought to my life – good and bad. This Magic City of mine has chewed me up, stripped me down, and equipped me with a conveniently tough skin and a screw-you attitude (when appropriately used, of course ( ; ).
Stay tuned for my next episode of “The Beginning of the End.” And thanks for coming along on the ride.