It’s been an extremely long time (too long!) since I’ve truly updated about my life. Reblogs can hint at some things but usually don’t explain all things.
Lately, I’ve been working what seems like five jobs - novice photographer, graduate assistant, RA, counseling intern, and (usually remembered as an afterthought) student. All of that goinggoingoing has left me a little (a lot) worn out. Apathetic. Slightly burnt out. As a result, I’ve kinda…what’s the phrase…stopped caring as much. I’m hoping, though, that this Thanksgiving break was just what I need to get back into things and be myself again. (Crazy workaholic that I am.) …Or, at the very least, I’m hoping that I can fake-it-make-it until May 2014 when…what was that?…freedom awaits. Sorta.
I’m also scared senseless about my future and the prospect of not working for a period of time. I’m squirreling away money every month to prepare myself for the possibility of not having a job right out of grad school, but it’s still hanging over me like impending doom. On top of being worried about joblessness, I’m also seriously considering moving across the country with my boyfriend - two notions that I would have balked at in the past. Moving across the country, away from all that I’ve known? With a boyfriend? Worse, for my boyfriend?? This is not the Jess I’m used to. I know what people think when people hear that, especially because I’ve only been dating him a few months… but I’ve lived in a cozy little box for so long that I think I’ve forgotten that life involves risk sometimes. Sure, it’s risky to move all the way (like, all the way) across the US with a boyfriend that I’ve been dating for a few months that I’ve known for about two years. But it’s too safe for me here. I fear that if I stay here after graduation, I will be trapped here OR I’ll never leave … by choice. So moving will happen. And I don’t know where I’ll end up. But it may be the best thing for me.
“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”—E.E. Cummings (via aestheticintrovert)
I love how I keep finding amazing pieces from my mom’s closet that she doesn’t care to keep any more. The yellow hue, pinstripes, pleats && high waist characteristics of this skirt are timeless and right up my alley. Not to mention how perfectly it fits. Paired with this silk black tank, this outfit just makes me feel glamourous && regal.