So life has been super busy lately. And I’m totally against the glorification of busy (actually quite the opposite, I’m allllll about downtime, relaxing, using all your vacation days, etc.), so that’s not exactly the best thing. But a lot of things are good things, so I guess it’s okay?
A little rundown of what I’ve been up to (besides taking pics of the stunning sunsets):
I haven’t done a WIAW post in a while, so I thought I’d do one to show how my eats have changed since moving across the country and starting a new job.
Let’s start with breakfast, shall we?
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before on here, but at my current place of work we get free lunch AND breakfast. Holllaa. Nothing makes me happier than free food.
Heads up, this post is super long and rambly, and definitely full of first world problems. I’m aware. But I’ve hinted at this night in so many other posts that I feel somewhat obligated to share. Okay, really I still just want to rant. Read on at your own risk.
I realize there are people out there with way bigger problems, but this felt pretty terrible as it was happening to me in a while and I started this post as a way to vent my feelings, so I’m going to post it.
So I shared before about how I was shipping my car to California. I had to ship it to LA because no one would ship it to Porterville. No problem seeing as my mom was flying out of LA on Sunday. I’d drive her down in the rental car Sunday morning, chill in LA for a bit, then pick up my car and drive back to my apartment, which I was going to move into that night.
We all know what I did all day, which was really fun. Until it wasn’t because I was ready to be moved into my apartment.
Last Sunday was the day that started out as great and then quickly plummeted into a terrible evening. But let’s start with the positive and go over my (mostly) solo day in LA.
Now that I’m settled in I thought I’d finally show the world a glimpse of where I live. I never did this before, because I was living at my parents so pretty much everything was their style and looked like a pretty stereotypical parent house.
This place definitely isn’t all my decorating, actually barely any of it is; my roommate has lived here for over a year and the furniture in my room isn’t even mine. But my roommate is my age so the decor is much more our generational. Plus it’s actually decorated, something none of my previous apartments were. But here’s a little tour of where I’ll be living for the next 3 months.