Chase (v): To follow rapidly in order to catch (this could pertain to my career), to go and follow in pursuit (I think I’ll assign this to love)

I wish I had a PhD in life, unfortunately I don’t. It’s a hard thing to do and being an independent woman in Boston doesn’t make it any easier; I’m a triple A, work till I drop, laugh a lot because I can, walk fast, talk fast kinda girl. I do it all and I do it in 5 inch heels.

You would think navigating a career and a new relationship while breaking the age barrier of 30 would be as easy as getting home in a timely manner during a sox-yankees series (this ladies and gents is sarcasm at its finest). However it is not and I am stumbling through this cray cray life one day at a time with a iPhone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

These are my daily musings; my everyday observations. I am here to rave, rant , tell my stories and perhaps laugh at those times when wine and over priced shoes, tears just aren’t enough.

So what happens after you caught Prince Charming? You could say I’m still Chasing Boston.




Friday, September 19, 2014

This Thing On???

Check One Two! So it’s been roughly 3 years since I wrote anything on there, which is fine I guess. I’m still getting traffic from random German mail-order bride websites so….ill consider that a high mark on the “I’m still relevant” scale. And before you say anything, yes I absolutely know that they are lifting my photo to con some rich American to buy his bride and you know what…I don’t give a shit. If my photo enables the asylum of some way hotter German woman to come to this great country in search of opportunities and sexual freedom then so be it!

So things that are new; (I kind of feel like I’m on a first date here!) We bought a house, yeah that guy I mentioned way back in in October of 2012 well; we are engaged now with a mutual investment in some property. The passing of papers and the writing of the biggest check ever in my bank account history took place about 6 months ago. The get-down-on-one-knee happened about 2 months ago. So we did things a little backwards; I’m cool with it, he’s cool with it, we’re happy. That’s pretty much all that is new, not to downplay our lives as having, owning and maintaining a house is stupid hard, but it’s also just as gratifying (most days). The gist is that, for now, our lives are rotating around the 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom space that our mail gets delivered to and our paycheck gets dumped into.

We closed in 3 weeks at the end of March and the day after I felt like I accidentally stumbled into “Adult” land and let me tell you something, it’s TERRIFYING. Not only is it terrifying but it’s exhausting. I run on about 1000 cylinders all day and the second I get home I crash. Not only is it physically exhausting (literally running around) but it’s mentally exhausting.  The commute in my past life consisted of strolling down Newbury glancing into shiny windows at things I couldn’t afford and googling how I could pair burgundy booties with my dark denim. Now I’m googling “Why does the garbage disposal sound like it could possibly be transforming into a Decepticon?”, “What is this green shit coming out of the washing machine?”  And “What are the chances that the groundhog is single and isn’t housing an entire heard of groundhog babies under our porch??” The answer to that last one is Slim to none since said groundhog babies have been spotted on various occasions DAMMIT!!!


However after all of the days stress, slow commute on 93, cleaning a house and eating dinner at 9:30 at night because I couldn’t fit it in before then, there is this moment that happens; I sit on the couch and glance out the window, over our porch and down the hill. I watch the sun set over whatever skyline is a bit north of the city and I realize that where I’m sitting is home and that it’s ours…..for at least the next 30 years.