2017 thus far.

Other than the glaring fact that I haven’t posted since October, hi, how are you all? Hopefully your lives have been bearable if not better. 2017 so far has been the worst, the best, and the in between for me.

Five days into the year I lost my aunt. For some, maybe even most, your aunt is extended family who you see on holidays and who, if you’re lucky, calls you to say happy birthday. This strong, beautiful woman I call(ed) my aunt was and is forever someone I continue to consider such a strong influence in my life. (Almost) two months later and I will admit I am still struggling greatly with this loss my family and I have taken. I can’t listen to Carrie Underwood without wanting to break down. There’s a woman on an air mattress box at work that for some reason looks like her in my eyes and I avoid that box at all costs. Early January seemed unreal for me. This time last year we had just mourned the loss and celebrated the life of another aunt of mine. One who I didn’t know well but who I knew didn’t deserve the suffering she experienced. Now, one year later here we were in shock that we had lost a loved one to a cancer that was supposed to be treatable. One with higher survival rates than the rest. It will be a long time until I can even speak of or write about my aunt without an overwhelming feeling of sadness and anger.

Ironically enough, though, in the same month that the universe stole a life from under our feet, it delivered the same gift to us. My third niece was born at the end of January and needless to say it was both relieving and heartwarming to see that sparkle in my mom’s eye again as she took the roll of excited granddiva ( that’s what the girl’s call her ) and relieved her position as grieving sister. A precious baby girl with lots of dark hair, big eyes, and a countless number of people who adore her with more love than one can hold.

In February, my life that seemed to have a clear path which was without excitement but with a plan, took a sharp right turn onto a new and thrilling journey that is slow to approach. I got accepted into Utah State University earlier in the month. A fairly ‘easy’ school to get in to, but the one I only had dreamed of actually attending. I applied for the fun of it. Little did I think I would actually take the jump and register for the fall of 2017 as an incoming freshman. 1,370 miles and 22 hours (by car) away from the only place I’ve ever called home for the 20 years I’ve been around. I am just as my parents want me to be, nervous and worried for taking such a big risk. However, I’ve never been so hopeful and excited for my future as for once it seems as though it may be taking a turn for the very best. College for most is just a mediocre journey on towards a larger picture. For some reason or another college is more than mediocre for me. Getting to move straight across the country and compare a new area of life aside from mine is both thrilling and nerve wrecking. Being a 20 year old freshman and a transfer student is like asking to be purple in a crowd of blue. I have my concerns but I am more hopeful than anything that I’ve made the right choice in Utah.

So as the year goes on, my short term goals include paying off my credit card debt, losing twenty pounds before August, and finding a way to make it through the day at work without wanting to run to the back and cry before someone sees me. As for the bigger picture, I’ve got a lot of small goals leading up to a successful first semester come this fall. I can’t wait to take you all with me as I go.

 

With love and wishes of good health,

xx bw

Who am I?

Well let me start of by saying this is not my first attempt at a blog. However, I’d like to think that my blogging skills are a little more advanced than they were when I was sixteen. So, without further ado let us dive into the lovely world of, well.. me!

My name for starters is Bri! Short for Brianna, and spelled with the “i” not the double “e” that just about every other Bree I knew went by.

I was raised and still live in suburban Illinois, somewhere around an hour north of Chicago. So, yes, if you ask me I’ll probably say I’m from Chicago because nobody knows the little village I actually live in. Nor do you need to.

I’m a few months short of officially being one of those obnoxious twenty-somethings that everyone swears are out to destroy the world. Although if you ask me I’m pretty sure I don’t have a clue what i’m doing with my life so destroying the world is a little too much for my plate right now.

I’m a college student currently attending community college for two more semesters before it’s off to university to expand my horizons a little bit. ( quite literally considering I haven’t lived anywhere but this home for almost twenty years ). I am also an aunt of three nieces, three nephews, and one unknown on the way! Beyond that I am a sister and the youngest sibling of three. Two older brothers and a half sister as well.

The little things in life I consider important include coffee, looking up pictures of insanely cute desk organization photos, complaining about my math homework because let’s face it, math and I will never be friends. I also have this wild dream of moving to Ireland one day and living on a bunch of land and raising sheep, but if you want to be more realistic I’ll probably move to Chicago after college and ( hopefully ) get a job teaching considering that’s the major I’m studying. Anything involving french culture, count me in, because I also have this dream that one day I’ll own a vacation home in the south of France where my dream family and I will go every summer. In the words of Clueless, As if!

To top it all off, I am hopelessly in love with fashion and all the art that goes with it. My style is a mess of neutral and preppy ( how those can go together.. well, they can’t, but I made it happen ). I love layering and big cozy sweaters, but I’ll also find a way to wear Lilly Pulizter in the winter and call it holiday wear. For being a broke college kid, I have a bad habit of shopping and hopefully one day my dream closet will magically appear.

Hopefully my dry humor and my love for fashion and lifestyle tips will bring you back for my next post in the coming days. If so, I can’t wait for you to see what is in store.

And as I always sign off on all my work,

XX BW

( having the same initials as the fictional character of blaire waldorf does in fact make me feel a little more classy )