As many of you (or the one of you who reads this) may know, my life has undergone some changes lately.
Most notably, my boyfriend of the majority of the last 9 1/2 years and I broke up. This has lead to further changes, and decisions and choices.
Despite my first post-break-up instinct of immediately running home to my mom, I ended up deciding to stay in PA for at least a while. I have a great job that I love, and I JUST graduated…I spent the past few years lamenting the fact that I was too busy and broke and living out in the boonies to enjoy the city in which I was living. I didn’t want to leave just
when I could finally experience Western PA — socialize, and go to coffee shops, and maybe go to the Schenley ice rink this winter, visit the zoo and the museum and Lulu’s Noodle Shop and maybe even attend some art events. And at 31 years old, running home to mom after a break-up doesn’t show a lot of backbone.
Also, it turns out that despite no longer being a couple, we are still besties after 9 1/2 years, and it would be silly to run across the country from one of my best friends just ’cause we don’t get naked together anymore.
So, I’m getting an apartment. My first. I’ve never had my own place before and I’m a little terrified. The apartment I’m moving into is kind of tiny, and though I find it charming, I just hope my stuff will fit. And my three cats. Because I don’t have it in my heart to abandon the stray that adopted me. I’m going to have to buy new stuff too, and half of it hasn’t even occurred to me yet. I know I’m going to get a loft bed because 1) space saver and 2) I have wanted one for ages. I fluctuate between dreams about my charming apartment where I curl up in the tiny living room with tea and watch the snow fall, and nightmares about my messy, cramped apartment that smells like cats, and bills I can’t pay.
One of my soon plans is looking into more illustration freelance. Perhaps even the kind that pays market prices rather than what I charge the design partner of one of my professors from AiP.
It feels weird, at this stage of my life to just be setting out on my own, choosing the smaller, pricier apartment in town over the larger, cheaper place that has a friend living right downstairs in order to really dive into my independence feet first (also I’ll be closer to work and there’s a Trader Joe’s on my way home). I’m terrified and excited. The world is full of possibilities and who knows what will happen.
It could be awful.
It could be awesome.
Either way, it will be an adventure.
I could find in the area that actually had an email address.
work in an actual functional feasible fashion. Regardless, 


