I can’t believe it’s been over a year since my last post! Not that anyone reads this blog, but wow, it’s 2016!
It’s actually quite nice to have my own secret blog.
So much has changed since my last post!
First off, I’d just like to say that I can’t believe it’s March of 2016… When I say a lot has changed, I mean A LOT HAS CHANGED.
I left off about to start my adventures as a flight attendant. I quickly learned that life abroad was not the life style for me. I found that I’m most happy and content near the people that I love. I do not function well alone, especially in a new state, broke as hell, and eating like I was in the dorms all over again.
Unhealthy, exhausted and lonely, I quit my job and bought a plane ticket home (although I could have got a free ride if I would have kept my job for one more day). I showed up back home with no new job lined up, relationship in shambles, and about $50 dollars to my name. It was time to try and put my life back together.
I had one phone interview with a potential job and I felt confident enough after that call to quite my current job (Via Email). So– I did it. In the heat of the moment I had so much courage and passion running through my veins that I quit my job with just the spark of hope for a new one.
When I arrived home, I didn’t tell my parents this was a permenant stay. I lied about it for a couple of days, and finally caved after about the 3849021849021 time my mom asked me when I was leaving.
No one was upset with me, no one made me feel bad for only sticking with it for 6 months, but that didn’t stop me from feeling like a complete and total failure. I uprooted my life to try something new, something that I convinced everyone around me was a good idea. My friends and family were skeptical and I re-assured them that this would be perfect for me, something I would love. It was the life for me!
But I was wrong, and I had to face every one who knew that from the beginning. Although no one had the guts to say ‘I told you so’. No one had to say it… I knew it.
As hurt and broken as I was, I chugged along and tried to pull it back together as best as I could. I interviewed with the potential job a few more times and broke up with my boyfriend. I eventually got the job I was interviewing for, and was finally content with being single for the first time since I was 17.
So much happened during my time in Phoenix and Dallas, training and flying, that I couldn’t begin to write about it all. Some things changed me and some things made me a better and more accepting person. I did things I’m not proud of– yet, I also accomplished some amazing things that I’m completely proud of.
Now, I’m in the most amazing relationship with the man of my dreams. I love him with my whole heart and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him. I don’t ever doubt my decision to come home anymore. I do believe the passion I had that day, pulling me home, was for a reason. Through all the ups and downs of 2015, I can honestly say it’s the year I learned the most about myself, and I now feel good about sharing my life with someone else.
Life is perfect.