Being an Adult

It’s been fun moving to Colorado, dealing with lower income for a while, higher cost of living, etc. But at the same time, it’s been fun. We both love it here. We have some great friends, lots of fun in our town. Plus I just got a full time job in sales at the same company Sean works for, so it’s looking up.

But I thought I’d fill you all in on what’s happened since then, including pictures.

The drive out to Colorado was long, but not terrible. Two people, lots of stuff, and two cats in one cab was tight, but not uncomfortable, especially since Binx hid under the seats the entire time. Buddy, however, quite enjoyed the view.


Yes, we shaved him and he looked like an old man. Quite funny.

Kansas was the worst. Eight hours of nothing but flat land and windmills, which were cool but got old after a while.


The desolate barren wasteland of Kansas.

As you all saw in my last post, we are all moved in and actually have a bed frame now, so our bed isn’t on the floor. Much more comfortable.

About two months ago was Denver Comiccon, the first convention I’ve ever been too, and boy was it awesome! Though I do wish we had done the full weekend instead of one day, it was so awesome! Lots of vendors, artists, celebrities. And, my highlight of the entire thing…


Stan Lee’s autograph on his graphic autobiography.

Meeting Stan Lee was awesome! Though it was only for a few seconds, watching him interact with journalists, kids, saying “Excelsior” and everything… definitely worth it. I’m so glad I got to meet him and get his autograph before he passes away.

But about a month ago, I got a text from my roommates saying that Sean was in the hospital. Now, he’s had really bad chest/stomach pain for a while, and we had gone to the ER four times total in Florida, where they did jack shit for him except manage his pain, never getting to the root of the problem. I got there maybe an hour and a half after he had been admitted, and they had already done scans, bloodwork, etc. Already, Colorado hospitals had impressed me with how quickly they work. They tell us it’s pancreatitis, and later discover large gallstones and have his gallbladder removed. He was in the hospital for about a week.


The sloth is Steve, someone to comfort him when I wasn’t around.

He’s doing much better now, with an actual appetite. He has four scars on his stomach that will hurt every so often, but he’s come a long way since his hospital stay. Thank you to everyone who has helped us out, both emotionally and financially, in such tough times.

This will be my last week working for the Boys and Girls Club, which kinda sucks and kinda doesn’t. The kids are getting antsy and rowdy now that summer’s ending, and it’s draining. But at the same time, some of those kids are so cool that I’m gonna miss seeing them every day. Especially my D&D boys. They definitely helped keep me sane when I was having rough days.

If you’d like to keep up with my life, go ahead and add me on Snapchat, send me pics or messages.



I’m Going Home

I fly home in three days. That’s amazing to me. I’m really excited yet I’m also apprehensive and I have this weird, mixed feeling about leaving the island for good. I don’t think it’s officially sunk in that I’m not coming back, not for a long time, maybe not ever. I have no idea.

Jon will be coming with me since he also got a job at Nature Camp, so at least I’ll have company for those flights. Our first stop is in Atlanta before we grab a connecting flight to Dulles in D.C. But luckily there are no massive layovers this time. About an hour and half at most.

On another note, I hate moving. So much to pack, we have to close the electric account and internet one (both of which are a pain to do), and move whatever Jon’s going to keep to his apartment tomorrow. It’s a lot to do in a short amount of time. Hopefully I won’t be doing this much overseas moving again for a very long time.

I’ll update again once we’re back in Virginia.


Sorry for the Loss of Time

It’s been a very hectic month, to say the least.

Jon and I spent three weeks in my hometown of Fredericksburg, VA for winter break. We barely spent any time at home since I was taking him out and about to see the sights and enjoying the cold weather. He was absolutely thrilled with it. It was his first Christmas, which was exciting, and, at the start of January, his first snow. Too bad we didn’t take pictures, because a picture (or video) of him rolling around in the snow would’ve been the cutest thing to show off to future children to embarrass him.

Now that we’re both back in Puerto Rico, we had maybe a week to relax and not do a damn thing before we jumped in feet-first to this semester. It’s only been two weeks and I’m already exhausted. I’m pulling 21 credits (aka seven classes) this semester and it kinda sucks. Luckily they aren’t too early in the morning, but I get out around 6pm every day except Fridays. So basically, I have very little time to myself before I have to start the whole process over again.

While on break, more specifically during the lazy week here in PR, Jon and I were discussing our future prospects once we graduate. He has one more semester after this one while I have two. We do plan on applying to the JET Programme and we recently learned that starting next year, the Fulbright English Teaching Assistant Program is coming to UPRM to look for candidates. So we’ve decided that, since we know one of the recruiters, we’re hoping he’ll put in a good word for us to 1) stay together, but also 2) go to Norway together. I’ve slowly grown to love Norway and the Norwegian language and would love to go there either for a little while or move there for a few years. Either way, those are two of our options, among many. I just asked my mom to put me in touch with a teacher from my old school who travels the world with his wife to teach so I can pick their brain about the organization they work for, etc.

All in all, I want the next year and a half of my life to fly by so I have that diploma in one hand and a passport in the other, ready to move on to the next country.


The Feel of Transition

You know that feeling, where a cool breeze will roll in, the sun at 11am seems like it’s really 9am, and everything’s just quiet for a minute? It’s the feeling I understand as fall, even though outside it’s really closer to 90 degrees and I’ll start sweating the second this fan isn’t directed at my body and cars, bells, and birds are as noisy as ever. But for some reason it justĀ  feels like fall to me. Or maybe spring.

I have this innate sense of what the transition of seasons feels like and it’s always been very comforting. Maybe it was when I was little certain days spent outside became the norm for me. There are days in the dead of summer or winter that will remind me of an afternoon spent playing in my tree house or jumping on the trampoline in the middle of spring. Smells will trigger this, but I have no way of knowing what they are until I’m completely overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia.

But it’s more than just the weather. This sense of calm is what gets to me. It makes me want to curl up on a rocking chair on a porch with a good book and a cup of lemonade or sweet tea and enjoy the day instead of having to be cooped up inside listening to rambling professors or inside stuffy laundromats washing clothes while watching poorly dubbed X-Men on old TVs.

I’ve hit that point in my life where I don’t want to sit still. I want to go out and view the world in all its splendor. I want to see the markets of Marakesh and watch history unfold in the temples of Athens, listen to old women remenisce on their porches in Thailand and get utterly lost in the streets of Barcelona. Maybe it’s because I can feel that I’ve finally gotten to that point where my life itself is transitioning. I’ve found what I want to do and how to do it, now all I need to do is go out and grab life by the hand and run down cobbled streets in the center of Italy and enjoy life and all it brings.

I don’t want to sit still. I want to go on an adventure.


Rocky Horror Picture Show

And other things.

First off, I’m the director of this years Rocky Horror Picture Show (RHPS for short). It’s been fun and stressful at the same time. I’m managing minimum 9 people for a show that will be in less than 3 weeks. Tomorrow is the last day of auditions and then the real fun begins. Hopefully things run smoothly and the show will be a success. I honestly hope so.

Along with being the director of a show, I’ve also recently been voted as Secretary of EDSA (English Department Student Association). Also stressful, but fun. Not much to say other than that, really. I take notes during meetings and generally be productive when they tell me to be. It’s helpful that my beau is the President of EDSA. There’s a joke to be made there, but I’ll let you get to that conclusion yourselves.

Hopefully this Saturday/Sunday, Jon and I will be taking a day trip to San Juan to just enjoy ourselves, relax, and spend some time together. This will all result in a post on The Wanderlusters, our travel blog. Pictures will be taken, food will be eaten, and my skin most likely will burn. Fun will be had by most.


First Post

I guess I’ll try and use this medium as my personal blog rather than the one over at Blogger. Though that one has far more posts and history to it, the fact that my travel blog, The Wanderlusters, is hosted through WordPress makes this a heck of a lot more convenient.

Not much going on in my life at the moment. Finished the first Percy Jackson book, halfway through the second. Hosting a friend’s kitty for the weekend and need to do some serious clean-up once he picks her up. Cooking, homework… this is seriously my life now.

You have no idea how happy I am to have Jon in my life to help out.

One day I’ll get a moment to breathe, to write, to sing, to learn. But it is not this day.

Off to make sure the pulled pork isn’t destroying my slowcooker. Have a great day, everyone.