Can I still call you “friends?” I know it’s been awhile. Like, a long time. But I’m back. I recently experienced what some people (and my insurance company) would qualify as a “a life event.” I turned 25. I am definitively in my mid-twenties. And I am also definitively eating Sargento shredded cheese directly out of the package as I type this. Cheese is spilling everywhere.
I should say first: This blog post is not sponsored by Sargento. But Sargento cheese is amazing and if you aren’t eating it hand to mouth right now, you need to go get some from the grocery store ASAP. Stop reading. Go get Sargento cheese. If it matters to you, I am eating their three cheese Mexican blend.
Is 25 exactly what I thought it would be, you ask? No. It’s exactly like 24. I would love for my 25th birthday to have been a life-changing experience. But I came home, read a YA novel, drank tea, and went to bed. So, as far as I can tell, 25 is pretty much the same as 24. If my life hasn’t changed at all, why am I blogging again?
I’ve missed it. For a really long time I didn’t feel like I had anything to say. But then I realized: I have things I care about. The heated debate about Annie’s versus Kraft mac and cheese, for example. (Annie’s for life and I’ll fight you on this.)
I want to tell you about my life now and about living in New York City. I want to tell you about the time I realized my trainer at Equinox was a contestant on the last season of an MTV reality television show. (Yes, I belong to Equinox, and yes I still watch MTV. Neither of which I am completely proud of.) I want to tell you about the man who straight up growled at me on the street the other day. These are things I need to share with you.
So I’m back blogging, and this time, unlike the guy I hooked up with in college, I am committing to you. I will be here, once a week (or more perhaps, but I am very flakey), to tell you about my life and to talk to you about things on my mind.
I have a lot of thoughts.
“Too many?” She asks herself briefly, before her thoughts shift to conspiracy theories about Amelia Earhart’s disappearance.
I want to tell you about the horrible Christmas movie I watched, about the time I blatantly tripped on the sidewalk in front of the man of my dreams (well, I don’t actually dream when I sleep anymore, but he looked like the sort of guy that girls dream about). And mostly, I want to revive this dry blog with some fresh life –– AKA new content.
So, let’s go. Let’s do this. Did you get the Sargento cheese? This is the point in this post where I need you to lift an aggressive amount of cheese out of the bag and into your mouth. You can do it. I believe in you. I am currently doing the same.
If you did not get the Sargento cheese, were you listening to me but at all? It is integral to this next section that you feel deliriously happy.
Things I expect to write future posts about:
- Dissecting the Zenon trilogy, the strengths and the weaknesses.
- $7 bottles of wine that taste the same as $20 bottles.
- The need for a new queen of romantic comedies in the wake of Nora Ephron.
- Why can’t I keep my plants alive?
- When all of your friends have boyfriends, and other single-girl problems.
- I’m trying to save money but Instagram is conspiring against me.
- Cheese? Probably.
These are just a few topics I hope to cover, you’ll have to keep coming back for more. In the meantime, I’ll still be 25, likely eating cheese, and attempting to tell you about my life. Welcome back?