Becoming an Adult

The world doesn’t exactly expect someone to become an adult automatically at 18 or 21. However, when I was growing up, my friends and I definitely expected to be independent adults when we turned 21.

Moving to Tallahassee without a plan is one of the most independent things I’ve ever done, but I’ve also asked for help more than I ever have before.

I’ve never asked for money from my mother. I’ve taken money when she’s offered, but I’ve never gone to her and asked. That was something I had to do. First with my utilities since I’ve moved, and then again when I needed to pay rent. Not having a job is definitely wearing on me.

Because of this I gave up my “Third vacation.” As you probably have read, I was planning a big triple vacation for the month of May. I had everything planned out, except for the money part. And when my monetary expectations took a turn for the worst, my best friend stood in and said he’d help me out. After going to the Bahamas, and then Universal and the Disney waterparks, I owed him close to a thousand dollars. There was no way I could do Memorial Day Weekend. I couldn’t afford it. However, I still had to get my car, so my friends drove my car up, and I drove them back. I got the rest of our stuff from the old house, and spent time with my mom.

It was hard to go out to the beach, and say hi to everyone while my friends unpacked their things. But I know I did the right thing.

I’ve been filling out applications like crazy and doing follow up calls. It’s really important I find a job soon, because I owe my best friend over a thousand now, and I now owe my mom close to a thousand. I also have a credit card maxed out. I need to be able to pay utilities as they crop up.

It’s stressful to be an adult.




Miracle Cleaning Tool

Well I thought I was going to be on hiatus. I still basically am, don’t expect posts from me every day like I have been. Posts will be spread out if I’m able to make them.

We came back from Tallahassee a day early because we unpacked everything we brought and lack of AC in 80-90 degree weather was not fun. The kitchen looks amazing and I cleaned my bathroom and got everything in to place! I promise when the whole house looks put together I’ll posts some pictures.

Tomorrow will be hectic for sure. We have to load all the furniture and the rest of the boxes onto the moving truck, drop off and pick up more furniture that we bought, and finally pack more furniture into the truck from another house. In the lease it says we have to deep clean the house before we move out. When all of that is done my best friend and I are driving straight back to Tallahassee. We want to sleep at the house so we won’t be so exhausted Monday when his parents drive up with the moving truck and we unpack everything. I’m not looking forward to having to move things upstairs in that heat.

For now though we are back in Pensacola in the AC and we finished packed up the little stuff that was leftover and now tomorrow we just have to clean and pack the truck. It’s so weird to see the house so bare. For instance my desk:

It’s just so crazy because everything is gone. I wish my desk was this clean all the time to be honest.

So you might be wondering: Why is there a pack of Huggies wipes on her desk?

I’ll tell you why. Huggies are my new favorite cleaning tool. I can’t believe we use these to wipe babies butts. I originally bought a small pack for my own butt honestly, then I saw they weren’t flushable. I used them the other day to wipe down the counters and stove and was happily surprised to find they quickly tackled sticky spots on the counter and wiped up the gross stuff on the stove. Since then I’ve used them on everything.

When we got into the new house I cleaned up the kitchen. I used these wipes to wipe out all the cabinets and drawers. I wiped down the stove and counter tops. I wiped those weird sticky lines that appear on doors over time on the pantry door. I wiped down all of our appliances. These babies even take paint off of light switch covers. I’m amazed at all these can do. When we ran out of the first pack we went out and bought another. We got the above box for $2.00. That’s it! Two dollars and I’ve got plenty of the best cleaning tool I’ve ever encountered. It even got rid of pink and black mold that was hanging out on our fridge. It cleans up everything so nice, and I’ve hardly had to scrub at all. Then when I have been dealing with a particularly bad spot I just have to scrub a little harder and then the wipe foams up a little. This tiny foam really helps get everything clean. I also used these when cleaning our bathrooms. They got old make up that was caked in the drawers in my bathroom up. They got rid of spots on the cabinet doors. They cleaned up the little black spots around the hinges. They just work so nice!

I can’t believe these are used for babies bottoms. Like part of me is how are these safe for babies?

Are there any products not necessarily used for cleaning that you like? Let me know!



A very understandable hiatus. 

We did the first trip to Tallahassee yesterday! We’ve unloaded two very packed cars:


Made three trips to Walmart and suffered through some awful heat in the house since our AC needs coolant. 

It’s so exciting! We got the kitchen cleaned and set up and it’s gorgeous. Today we’re cleaning up the bathrooms and trying to unpack as many of the boxes we brought as is possible. 

We officially move in on Monday! When the house is mostly put together I’ll do a picture tour! 

But with all the craziness of moving I probably won’t be on for a while. Especially since 3 days after moving I’m going on a triple vacation. Expect more posts around June. 

Till then, 



Can’t wait 

I can’t believe how busy my life is right now. Even after I graduated. My best friend and I have been working hard to accomplish our bucket list. I still haven’t come close to being finished packing, and there seem to be parties left and right between welcoming parties, goodbye parties, graduation parties, and end of school parties. I’ve also been working hard at this blog. I want to write posts all day long and post them five times a day.

Just as an example, here’s my schedule for the next week.

Tuesday: Tour Historic Pensacola, pack rest of bookshelves, “Cinco de Drinko” party.

Wednesday: Fold clean clothes, pack more, Goodbye/Graduation Party, First day of dog sitting.

Thursday: Swim at best friend’s parent’s house, pack bag for vacation.

Friday: Go to new house to measure and pre-clean and bring packed boxes.

Saturday: Continue pre-cleaning. Come back to Pensacola.

Sunday: Get rental truck and pack the rest of the house up and deep clean house. Go back to Tallahassee.

Monday: Move into new house. Unpack truck. Start to unpack boxes.

Honestly my room is a mess. I want to wash all my bedclothes before we move, and it would be great to get a head start on cleaning. I still have a lot of stuff to pack. Mainly breakables and clothes. I have packages to send out and I have to make sure everyone who’s left stuff at our house either gets it back or let’s us throw it out. We haven’t packed the kitchen up at all. It’s stressful and I don’t know where to start. After we move in it’s just going to be a whirlwind too because we have to try to get everything moved in, and then we’re off to a cruise, and then we’re staying in Orlando for a few days. I’ll get to be back home for one night before I leave again to camp out on the beach for a long weekend. Then the real worry starts because I don’t have a job.

On top of all this I’ve got capsule wardrobes on the brain. I’ve pretty much finalized my capsule for Summer, which I’m starting June 1st. I think I’ve done a good job of putting it together because every time I look at my closet I want to grab one of the pieces going in my capsule. Cleaning out my closets have done wonders for me. But I’m afraid of wearing something from my capsule because I think I’ll get bored of wearing it for three months so I don’t want to wear something that will be a part of it.

This morning was a similar dilemma. I looked in my closet and was dying to wear one of my t-shirts that’s going in the capsule. Instead I ended up wearing this:

Which is a great outfit in it’s own right, but I feel like this shirt might not make it back into my closet.

There’s also importance to this outfit for me. This is one of my “uniforms.” For the past few summers I worked with my mom in a mostly professional office and I was expected to dress nice. I didn’t have many clothes that were “nice” enough, and my mom tried to help me out, but it mostly ended with me having a closet full of “nice” clothes I never wanted to wear. I also created a lot of wardrobe decisions off her style. Her style is a nice, patterned shirt or tank, covered by a brightly colored, microfiber, lightweight jacket. Usually paired with capris and a million accessories that match colors in the shirt. This was an easy look to work with, since I own many colorful and nice tank tops. I borrowed brightly colored jackets from my mom, and then as we went shopping she bought me my own. My mom owns these jackets in every color of the rainbow, and a few patterned ones as well. Before I knew it I owned one in most colors of the rainbow, and duplicates of a few colors. When I cleaned my second closet, that was filled with these jackets, I was surprised at how many I got rid of. This “uniform” has definitely made it into my summer capsule. I’m excited for the few I picked, since I did choose a few that could be mixed and matched.

All in all, I get more excited every day for my summer capsule, and I can’t wait for the day I don’t second guess my outfit choices.



Bucket List

A bucket list is typically a list of things one wants to do before they “kick the bucket” and die. I like the idea of a bucket list but not for dying. I’ve had conversations before about, well what if you kick the bucket before you get to accomplish your list? What if you finish your list way before you die, are you then ready to die? Do you not have anything left to live for? I guess that’s a little harsh. I probably don’t like bucket lists because of how extreme they are. People fill their lists with skydiving, bungee jumping, scaling a mountain, etc. Other’s fill it with places they want to go. Paris, Las Vegas, LA, etc.

I prefer short term bucket lists. For instance, I’ve created a little “bucket list” for before we move.

The Pensacola Bucket List

  • Go to the Zoo
  • Eat at Al Fresco food trucks
  • take the dogs to Gallery Night
  • take the dogs to the Dog Beach
  • Tour Historic Downtown Pensacola
  • Pelican statue photo scavenger hunt

We talked about taking some things off the list. For instance the pelican scavenger hunt and the historic tour. I thought it would be too hard or too expensive. A little research has shown that the historic tour is only $6.00. I can’t believe it. It makes me wonder why I hadn’t done it before. I also found out that there are 41 pelican statues. We should be able to find most of them. I want to try at least.

We’ve done a few of these things already. We went to the zoo yesterday, and we ate at Al Fresco a month ago or so. We’ve also taken the dogs to Gallery night. We’ve got just a few more and I could not be more excited.

Here’s a few pictures from what we’ve done so far:

I loved this sassy llama. I took this picture right before he tried to eat my shirt, and then my friend’s hair.       
Eating from the food trucks was something I’d never done before and it was a cool experience.   
After we ate we walked down to the water.   
I don’t have any pictures of the dogs from gallery night, but here’s the only picture I have of me and my friends that night. We ended up having to hold the dogs for most of the evening, so there wasn’t much time to take pictures.

More pictures to come as we complete more of the bucket list. Have any of you created a short term bucket list?



Cleaning Out My Closets: part 2 

This is the second part to this post, where I cleaned out my main closet. This post is all about me cleaning out my second closet.  
This was my second closet before I cleaned it out. My second closet housed:

  • Dresses
  • Skirts
  • Professional wear
  • Cardigans
  • Jackets/hoodies

I went to see Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett in concert recently, and I tried on every fancy dress I owned to figure out what to wear to the concert. A couple weeks before that I tried on all my sun dresses for fun.

When I went through my dresses I got rid of a few, but there’s something about trying to simplify your life and get rid of what isn’t needed that helps you come to a moment of clarity and get rid of even more. For instance both the yellow and paisley dresses didn’t make the cut this time. Along with that were a couple fancy dresses I know I’ll never wear again, and a few pieces of professional wear that didn’t make me feel professional. I’m always surprised with how much actually gets cut out of the closet when I clean it. This was just the last bit of clothes that didn’t make it. I’d already packed two bags before this. It also surprises me because I’ll see an item coming up and I get filled with relief, “I’m finally getting rid of that” if I feel this way about some of my clothes, why didn’t I just get rid of them in the first place?

Then there are other things, like that Glee shirt. This was one of those items that went lost in my closet for a while. It’s finally resurfaced, but even though I like how it looks on me, I don’t see myself reaching for it over something else. I don’t see how I could include it in a capsule, and I don’t have any PJ bottoms that match it to keep it for sleepwear. It just doesn’t belong in my closet anymore. I’m surprised at how much it affected me.

I added what I could into my main closet. I could honestly fit my whole closet in here again, which is why I originally did it, but now I don’t feel like moving more, when I’m about to pack it up to move it anyway.     

Just a few skirts and dresses left out of a hopeless amount before, and right now I have way too many jackets. But again, I’m happy with how much I’m getting rid of. I can’t wait to actually get it out of the house and not have to look at the bags of clothes. Friday is my last day at work, and I know I’ll spend the whole day in front of the computer pricing all the stuff I’m bringing in.




I’ve moved a total of five times in my life (well 7 if you count moving from one room to another and then back again. Which I will).

My first move was from a house in Georgia, to an above the garage one bedroom in Florida. I was seven at the time, so I didn’t have to do much.

My second move was from that tiny one bedroom to a three bedroom when I was in middle school. I like to think I helped out more with this move, but I probably didn’t honestly. This move was exciting for me because I got my own bedroom that I got to decorate how I wanted. I based the entire room off of a fuzzy pen I got at a scholastic book fair. It was green with different neon colored feathers popping out the top.


This was my bedroom for a long time. I’ve always been drawn to bright colors. I also had pink lights strung around my room in the corners. It was bright and it was mine and I loved it.

My next move came when I started college. I had decided to live on campus, since I didn’t have a car and I didn’t want to drive an hour every day anyway. I found an acquaintance through my best friend and we moved into a teeny tiny room together. I slept on an XL twin for a year, and had a closet that was half my closet at home. photoI kept the bright colors and somehow made it through living in such small quarters with a roommate. Most of the time we had other people sleeping on our floors as well. Usually couples with roommates that hated them. This didn’t bother us much, and we lived in a tiny room with anywhere from 2-5 people sleeping on our floor at any given time. My second semester of freshman year, my best friend moved in, even though we weren’t supposed to have the opposite sex in our rooms over night. He lived under my lofted bed on a memory foam mattress pad.  As time wore on my roommate began to annoy me, and I had always just wanted to live with my best friend anyway. So at the end of Freshman year we moved straight from the dorm into a nearby apartment.

I still didn’t have a car at this time. So my stuff was moved over slowly. Then as a surprise on my 19th birthday I was given a car. Moving my stuff over from the dorm was no longer hard and my mother’s boyfriend at the time loaded my bed in the back of his truck and helped us get that into my new room at the apartment. He also let us have his old entertainment system and tv, and my mom got us a couch for my birthday as well. In this time we were gifted a lot of things and ended up with a pretty eclectic mash up of stuff.

We lived in the apartment for six months. My best friend’s parents said that living in an apartment was too expensive. It was like throwing away money. So they bought a house close to the school that we could rent from them. They helped us move everything over and I got this awesome bedroom with built in bookcases. At some point I guess I decided to stop taking pictures of my room. But for a long time I used a flowery green and blue bedspread that I didn’t like all that much, but it was an expensive set my mom had got cheap and I used it till it got holes in it. After that I went straight back to my love of bright colors.

I know I’ve mentioned it before, but my best friend got into a serious relationship and moved out to live with his boyfriend for a couple months in April/May of 2014. In this time I moved to the large master bedroom and the amount of things I had expanded.


For this move it went very slowly. They moved my best friend out in a day. They had decided they still wanted a room at the house, and left a mattress out in the living room, till I could clean out my old room. At the same time, my other roommate, the one I lived in the dorms with, and her boyfriend decided they wanted my old room. In spite of all of this it went very slowly. My bed and clothes went over almost immediately. But boxing up and moving my stuff over took a while. When I finally did, the couple moved into my old room, and the boyfriend started officially living with us. My best friend set up a room for him and his boyfriend in their old room and life went on. I accumulated even more things to fill my new bedroom. I completely decked my new bathroom with all things mickey mouse. I never even fully unpacked all my boxes. A lot of stuff stayed in boxes because trying to go through them frustrated me because I didn’t have a place to put anything.

During this another close friend of mine and her girlfriend moved into the spare room. This meant that I basically had six roommates at one time. Things went downhill and fast. There was a civil war going on and it didn’t end well. My old dorm mate and her boyfriend moved out. About a week later my friend and her girlfriend moved out. And around that time, November 2014, my best friend and his boyfriend broke up and he moved back in. When he moved out we agreed that if he ever moved back in I would move out of the master. So that’s what I did. I tried to only put things that had a place in my room in my room. I wanted to “have a place for everything and everything in it’s place. Which meant I had a lot of leftovers. Everything that didn’t have a place went into the spare bedroom and stayed there.

Now it’s just about time for us to move again. We’ve lived in this house for two and a half years. We’ve had three different couches, and a lot of clutter build up. My best friend was accepted into Florida State University for grad school and over spring break we went to Tallahassee to house shop. We fell in love with a cute two story townhome. We’re tired of the roommates and ready for it to be just us again.


We’ve been very excited to move and each day brings us closer to that day. It’s had to be moved back a few times but We’ll hopefully be moving by May 11th.

My best friend is the type of person that after we got back from spring break he started packing. He’s pretty much packed up everything he won’t need until after we move now. I’m the type of person that I barely had a box packed until a weekend or so ago.

That weekend sucked in a lot of ways. We finally went through the spare room, since that’s where we want to store packed boxes and my stuff was taking up more than half of it. We finally sorted through a lot of my stuff, and I’m happy to say I got rid of a lot. A lot of stuff was thrown out, and a good bit was put to the side to go to the consignment shop. What really helped was knowing my mom is packing a box of stuff from high school/college/childhood. I put a lot of sentimental stuff to the side and gave it to her to pack away. This way I don’t have to worry about parting with it. We got most of the stuff out of that room and now we’re free to put packed boxes and stuff for the move in there.

Aside from going through that room I’ve started to pack up my real bedroom and feel really good after cleaning out my closet. It’s the last week of school related things so of course the last thing I want to do is study or write a paper.

The most exciting part about moving into this new house with my best friend is that we have a lot of the same ideas for the decor of the house, and we want to take as little clutter crap we’ve accumulated with us. We’ve got beautiful new dishes, and we’ve been gifted an expensive couch. I’m just happy we’re going to make this house all our own.

But now I need to take a step back and work hard. I can pack later.