Now. Here. This

a decision. Last we checked in, my fairytale dreams of running away to Amsterdam to spend my days playing in the park and biking through the cobblestone streets had come to a jarring halt. And I was left with a rather large question to consider... What's the next step? As a week went by I began to realize that the restless feeling which vibrated consistently within my body could no longer be contained. I couldn't leave my fate up to chance to destiny or the Great Divine Whomever to sweep in and magically provide the solution to a question only I could answer. I had done my part on the au pair project. I continued reaching out to families and waiting for answers. And... waiting. Still waiting. I wondered just how long I would be willing to wait? That buzzing sensation I mentioned earlier would drive me to consistently call my closest friends who all, surprise, live in Chicago. One night I was taking a bath and listening to a podcast about how to stop procrastinating ...

OoOoooOooO Let's talk Spooky... this is not about Paranormal Activity the movie (1-5) this is not about Halloween this is not about Ouija boards (although that form of communication might be my last resort...) This is about Ghosting -N o amount of sage can save you now (and trust me, I've tried.)  If you don't know what Ghosting is (which I wish you didn't, but you probably do.) Ghosting is " the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdrawing from all communication."  (Also how FUCKED is it that there is an ACTUAL DEFINITION CONNECTED TO THE ONLINE DICTIONARY? COME ON, GUYS.)   Unfortunately, most of us are far too familiar with the newest term connected to such a haunting. We've either a.) been ghosted (may God be with you now) b.) have ghosted (may God knock some sense into you because hey, that shit ain't cool) c.) been at a friend's side as they've exercised ugly demon...

When one door closes, you look around for a window but I don't want to climb out of a window? Why would I climb out of a window? Lately I've been approached with the question, "Hey, uh... where are you?" You see, while I was in Amsterdam this summer, Margaux offered the idea of moving back to the delightfully dirty canal city of Amsterdam in the next coming years of our life. And yeah, that would be excellent. But after biking through Vondelpark in the pouring rain I reached the conclusion- What's stopping me from doing that right now? Upon retuning to the US the plan was to move to Chicago and get a job. That's really all I was asking of myself for that first year. Get a place, get a job, get adjusted to the next chapter of life. So... why couldn't I take a year to do basically the same thing, but in a different country? I'm sorry- a different continent? I began searching for Au Pair jobs immediately. At first I was on a roll, hellbent...