Shocker: I Haven't Fallen Off the Face of the Earth

Well, well, well. It's been a while, and a lot has happened.

I've been out of the blogging game for a while, but I'm working on trying to become more involved. These past few months have been a little crazy, I've experienced disappointment, pure joy, a heck of a lot of stress and a few "oh sh*t, how is this going to work out?" moments.

But you know what? I got through the worst of it and taking a break from the blog and social media to solely focus on some serious adulting stuff was more than worth it. I somehow managed to apply to 6 different transfer schools in the middle of midterms, got through a pretty unexpected breakup, was accepted into my dream school, managed to get into a car wreck, found an apartment (and actually signed a lease), talked myself out of a few near breakdowns, and in the process I managed to find a little humor in the drastic events that were occurring.

Deciding to complete my final 2 years of college in Massachusetts was kind of a shock to those around me, however, I’ve known that I’ve wanted to move out of Florida for quite some time. I can definitely see how it’s a surprise, I mean why would anyone want to leave Florida in the first place?! (insert sarcasm). Trust me on this when I say that Florida has kind of been a flop for me.  There’s a lot of reasons why I wanted to want to leave, but the main one is that I wasn’t feeling academically challenged, and transferring to a rigorous university in the northeast felt like a solid option, so I pursued it. And once again, I went through the process of searching for colleges, but this time as a current sleep deprived college sophomore.

The process flew by. One second I was learning about my options for school, the next I was on a plane to Boston, then looking at schools, telling my dad that I found “THE school”, sending out my transcripts, receiving acceptance letters and unexpected scholarships that I definitely didn’t apply for, patiently waiting for the acceptance letter from my top pick, getting into that school, and feeling relieved, but also strangely feeling like this was an uncalculated risk and that it could turn into a mess at any moment. (thanks a lot for that anxiety...)

Before I visited New England, it felt selfish to uproot my life and move 1,200 miles away from my parents, a seemingly solid relationship, and an amazing foundation of friends, but it also felt foolish to stay in an environment where I was unhappy and downright depressed. After visiting the area, it absolutely solidified that this was the place for me. The weather might have been freezing, but the people that I met were incredibly warm, kind, and so freaking smart.


A lot of wonderful things lie ahead, and of course, there is a great deal of uncertainty that comes with moving 1,200 miles away, but there’s also a lot of excitement. Cheers to everything that is to come, and to everyone that has played a role in helping me make this move actually happen. Worcester, there’s a new B in town and it’s me!