Life is such a domino effect. One small action can completely alter your path. I’m partial to adventure, so half the fun is discovering what’s behind the door of the unknown. This is my general approach to change, and it’s served me pretty well. Now, here I am, almost 30 and entering into a completely foreign phase of life.
Since I was 18 years old, I’ve lived my life independently. Thank God I had supportive parents, because the struggle was real. It was a long journey, but it was MINE. I was proud of me for getting through two degrees, several relationships, numerous friendships, countless apartments and ample time for job exploration in one piece. Not to say I wasn’t bruised or scraped along the way, because I was. But I was. See how there’s no “I” in the “we” I’m about to become? I can admit, it’s scary.
I’ve never lived with an S.O. before and I’m proud of that. I’m happy I waited to share this experience with my future husband. However, I’m anxious. What will we do all day? Will we still go on dates? How can I escape his snoring (lol)? How will he escape my incessant talking? Who will do the laundry? Which corner of the closet will I give him? The reality is I don’t know the answer to those questions (except for the closet–he’s getting the right corner). But that’s the beauty of it. After HELLA years together as friends and several years more as a couple, the S.O. and I are still able to experience new things together. And I’m so looking forward to that! Cohabitation, here I come!
I solemnly swear not to cuss you out and end our friendship. I promise not to turn into a raging bridezilla and force you to wear taffeta or any shade of pink and claim that you will “actually be able to wear this dress again.”
I cross my heart and hope to die, pinky promise, swear on my mama that I won’t all of the sudden become an expert on love, shun my single friends, or claim that my husband completes me. Under no circumstances will I have a bridal shower that involves tea, crumpets or cucumber sandwiches. Never will I lose sight of the old adages “chicks before ****s” or underestimate the power of girltalk.
I assure you that our conversations won’t circle around brides and weddings and bachelors. I genuinely guarantee that I’ll still need a girls night out and wine night in the midst of it all. I pledge not to cut you off if you miss one pre-wedding event, and I agree to never, ever, under any circumstances, have a themed party.
I declare and decree that I won’t spend the next year obsessing over everything wedding-related until I’m an insane, anxious, overwhelmed shell of my former self. Nope, I won’t do it. I promise.
~Inspired by a true story~
The Labor Day holiday is celebrated begrudgingly as the last big event of the summer. Though the 3 day weekend lifts our spirits, we can’t help but feel the Fall chill already in the air. With that being said, I suggest you celebrate the last of summer. Enjoy it before it’s gone. Get started now with this list of events in the Bay Area this weekend. Cheers! Continue reading
I’m officially off the market y’all. Dunzo. It’s a wrap. Singledom has come to a screeching halt. Of course, I’ve technically been off the market for the past 2 years, but this makes it all the way official.
In the midst of the excitement and joy, I was bombarded with questions from friends and fam that I felt obliged to answer:
How do you feel? I felt happy and nervous. Continue reading
I’m guilty. I did it. But it was an accident, I swear!
I’ve officially been MIA (missing in adventure) from my blog. Don’t you hate when that happens? Luckily, I’m in good company – two of my fave bloggers (Fashionista Next Door & The Tiny Closet) have also taken a slight break. Whew!
It’s not that I haven’t had anything to talk about. It’s quite the opposite, really. As summer comes to a ceremonious close, I can’t help but choose silence as solace for all the craziness surrounding me.
As absent as I’ve been from le blog, is as active as I’ve been on my usually-abandoned social networks. I’ve posted more on Instagram and Facebook in the last month than I have all year. Since I returned from my big trip to London, life has been nonstop. Now that I’m ready to talk about it all, I’m finding it challenging to put the words on paper, thus the delay. I’m sure you can tell from this post alone that I’m still a bit weathered from the excitement. With all of that being said, here’s what’s up and coming on The Bayarean:
- The Bling and the Boo – I’m Engaged!
- Cohabitation Here I Come
- The Moving Blues
- Pulling the Plug on my Past
- I Solemnly Swear to Not Cuss You Out & End Our Friendship