Let's get together and feel alright.

Well it has definitely been awhile, and I stand by blaming that on severe writer's (blogger's?) block. I'll give a little update.


I want to Jamaica! I had the best time ever. It was my first real vacation without my family, and my very first vacation with the boyfriend. It was honestly the best week of my life, in the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Ocho Rios, no problem mon. I must admit, we are pretty cute.

The beach was amazing, and me being the sun worshipper that I am I could not get enough of both the beach and the pool. The sun was shining, the frozen drinks flowing, and the young couple was taking a much needed vacation from the real world. Everything was irie. :) We stayed at the RIU Ocho Rios, and while we got pretty sick of jerk chicken every day, we had an absolute blast. I was adventurous like Heidi the mountain girl... only, minus the 2 braids and mountains--I actually rode a horse, climbed waterfalls, and tubed down a river. And had so so much fun doing it!

I've been back almost 2 weeks and still want to go back there every day. It was paradise, a vacation away from worries like finding a permanent job, having money for an apartment and new car payments, arguing about dumb things like the 'other woman' (better known as the Honda Accord)..... and now, being down in Jamaica and experiencing their culture and being back here really has me wondering; Why worry?

Everything will work itself out in the end, and worrying doesnt do anything but make you crazy. I have been less stressed out and less in a frenzy since I got back...and even though we are in a horrible recession, the money spent on my beautiful vacation was worth every penny.

Peter Pan Complex

I find myself having a mild panic attack about the future a good once a week now. This is not good. Yesterday, I was at Kevin's brother's house & everyone was talking about job security and loans and retirement plans so casually, while I was freaking out on the inside. I feel like I am five steps behind everyone else and there are things standing in the way that are preventing me from catching up. I understand the economy is bad, but how much longer do I have to wait before I have some sense of security? That I have some sense of knowing when I will be able to move out of my parents' house, when I will be able to put money down a new car, when I can start making the first steps to being a fully independent adult. 

Of course I am not the only one, and there are plenty others in the same boat I am. But there are also those who are not... which makes me think- where did I go wrong?

I am forever nostalgic over the times where these worries did not exist. I remember when I was so carefree, when I did not worry about things like building equity or taxes and I yearn for those days when I could just sit back, relax, and coast.

That probably doesn't sound very grown-up right now.