Yesterday, after the whole laying off business, was probably the longest day of my life. It was the first day I didn’t have a plan or at least an idea of what I was going to do. And no one to do anything with.
Life is so weird being unemployed.
I understand why I was laid off. I understand that without events going on we are bringing in no money. But why do I still have this bitter taste in my mouth?
Nestled between the Tampa Bay and downtown Sarasota lies the 15 acres of the Selby Gardens.
One of my favorite spots to relax in the water for the day with some wine coolers earning, some new tan lines is the Johns Pass sand bar.
I know my blog is kinda all over right now with some work posts, travel posts, books, and just life in general posts but I want to check in with you and see what you want more of.
The reservation boasts a variety of short trails that loop around the meadow, the woods above the lake, and a trail that even takes you down to Candlewood Lake. The beginning of the trail even has outdoor workout equipment for people that are extra healthy.
There is SOOOOOO much to experience that the normal work life we’ve all come to know and hate don’t allow for – at least not in the U.S.
I’m not religious but I feel like I look at and hold my copy of the Atlas Obscura the way religious people look at the bible.
I’m growing into the person that my parents say I’m meant to be. I’m having my very own renaissance.
I’m coming at you from 39,908 feet above Atlantic City and a child kicking the back of my seat. I’m flying from Hartford, CT to Orlando FL – and I’m even wearing my Mickey Mouse mask and USF hoodie just in case people didn’t realize I’m from Florida!
I recently took a drive up from Florida to my home state of New York! I’m only spending the week here so I have to fill it with things I love, like hiking as I’m sure you have all realized by now is kinda the only thing I do. I was tired of the flat Florida trails and wanted to see some hills again.
My mom brought me on awesome hikes growing up and my dad took me to the FDR Park to go on runs but they couldn’t give me that local state of mind, those areas that are overrun with teenagers escaping their parents grasp and drinking shitty beer. I never did that.
How can we be committed to our work if it is the sole reason we’re not out at the beach playing volleyball?
I was talking to my parents today about how *funny* it is that I finally decided to start blogging after all of these years of them egging me on to do so. It’s even *funnier* that I’m focusing a lot on travel blogging now when I’m not traveling nearly as much or to as many places as I did in high school and college.
I can’t tell if I feel so weird from my age, 24, an age where I feel like I should start feeling like an adult and understand what a 401K is, or the fact that the world is kinda in shambles.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
Growing up it never seemed like anything was wrong, I’d go to the dentist every six months and get told my teeth look great but I should start flossing. I’d go to the doctor every year and get told my blood pressure is great, I’m still short, and nothing has changed!
I’m going to file this under the ‘weird adult facts I’ve come across’ in my brain that I will maybe, one day, remember.
One of my favorite adventures and most memorable hikes on this trip – which may be because it was our few hours of rain respite – was hiking Sleeping Giant. The mountain got its name from a legend where a giant lay to rest and has yet to be woken.
I have so many ideas to write about -a notebook full and a complimentary note on my phone! But when I get to my laptop and finally sit down to write I seem to have two struggles.
So the only way to remedy this sad feeling inside of me was to obviously blast the Pop Punk’s Not Dead playlist on Spotify, plan my future line up, and reminisce on some of my favorite concerts, which I decided to share with all of you.
With a lack of people in the office (none now due to Florida kinda dying), the excitement of weekend plans, and the thought of sleeping in until after the sun rises.
When I moved to Florida, it was the first time in my life I didn’t have a group of girls awaiting my arrival. I struggled to step out of my shell. Without any friends it was hard to force my anxiety ridden self to go out and do things alone so I could meet other people.
Just a 45 minute drive from sunny St. Petersburg sits the Hillsborough River State Park. With miles of trails, a calm river, mangy mosquitos, and a green luscious canopy, it is safe to say we crossed the invisible but ever present ‘Central Florida’ border.
This wasn’t like the other larger, state known, festivals we’ve been to, (Florida State Fair and the Strawberry Festival) it truly felt like a small town fair. With free parking in one lot and the fields being taken over by a children’s climbing wall, tire swings, a dunk tank, a few vendors, BBQ style food trucks, and County Line Produce as their backdrop, this was a true small town event.
I’ve been using my phone as a clutch, I go on it when something doesn’t instantly grab my attention, even if it does but if my attention fades, good ole’ faithful phone it is!
While I may not look as cool as others and it’s a hassle to pack up, I’ve made my definitive list of what is an absolute must while going to the beach.
You ever notice that everyone in a long term relationship makes it seem like they are a burden to their significant other, and that’s just how it should be. But why? It’s become a game of who has the most overbearing spouse and who is the most annoying to their spouse.
I know this isn’t really something to travel to but it gives you a taste of adventure in your own town while most borders are still locked down due to COVID-19.
Hey all! Super exciting news, I have been nominated for the Vincent Ehindero Blogger Award. Thank you for the nomination and huge shoutout to coffeechatsss.wordpress.com. If you aren’t following her yet, you should!
I have spent my morning, walking the dog, cleaning up dog throw up, comforting the throwing up dog, attempting to soothe the sick dog to sleep, reprimanding a bunny for torturing the dog in her sick state, cleaning a bunny litter box, feeding two rambunctious bunnies, yelling at the bunnies for throwing their food, and absolutely no sleep for me. All before the sun even comes up.
I brought my boyfriend to his first Virginia farm festival and I was not disappointed. The second you cross the farm line you can feel fall coursing through your veins, craving apple cider donuts, hot chocolate, and eyeing the best pumpkin in the patch.
And I’ll admit, I’m not as educated as I want to be on the topic, I don’t always know the right thing to say, but I will say that I am willing to learn more and understand. I know I’ll never understand what others feel on a daily basis throughout their entire lives but I am here for you.
It’s hard as an adult to work all week long and then get to the weekend and not want to cram in seeing friends, going hiking, and hitting the beach. But it’s also hard to survive an entire week after cramming it all in.
There’s just something about families that makes you have that inner need for a drink.
When I was in college, my dad was a guest lecturer – yes, I was that kid – and one of the things he told my class stuck with me all of these years, ‘I learned more in my first 6 months of work than I learned in four years of school.’
I have swam at the Gandy beach, eaten grouper, spent the day at Disney, drank at the sandbar but in the two years I have lived in Florida, I have yet to see an alligator in the wild. So this raises the question is, am I true Floridian? Not yet.
What if my niche is just being Rachie?
I felt as if I was standing in the muggy July heat of central Florida, disgusting, I know. I could feel the mosquitos and gnats pricking at my skin and the ooey layer of sweat that doesn’t seem to let up until Thanksgiving.
How do people just become adults and act like this is totally normal. This is so WEIRD! How do you expect me to spend four years partying, drinking, flirting, taking tests while drunk, and just being reckless in general ALL ON MY DADS DIME and then it’s like ‘oh hey go work for eight hours a day and use ALL of your money to survive off shitty store brand bread.’ This is literally the epitome of adulthood.
I was going to write about something pertaining to work and acquaintances but my failed run made me think otherwise.
It was late at night and everyone knows that any idea past midnight hastily comes into fruition.
What better time to look back on the year than the unofficial start of the summer, the first long weekend of the pandemic, the phase one of opening back up.
About half an hour south of the Skyway, just outside of Bradenton in the small town of Waterbury, FL is the u-pick sunflower fields of Hunsander Farms!
I may not be getting poolside service and having my every need waited on by hunky men supplying an endless amount of alcohol but I live in the Tampa Bay, people pay to vacation here! I know ‘Florida Man’ has essentially ruined the state in everyone’s eyes, but we have Disney.
People always seem to think that dating a vegetarian/vegan is such a fucking sacrifice, when it is not!
Never push off work, whether it is to other people or to your future self.
This is why I’m here to say, YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER YOUR GROUNDBREAKING IDEA! No matter how locked in you think you are, you are not.
Getting to roll out of bed and start working has its perks but it turned into a struggle to separate my work and home life. While working in the office the second I leave and walk through my door to a kiss from my boyfriend that means I am home, no more work. That’s my time to myself. When we first started this WFH life I didn’t have that physical line that divided my life and it made it hard to say no to work.
It’s like puking on a page, but with wine.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, nostalgia’s a killer.
Ever since I’ve been letting myself become more creative in my role, I’ve had more making my plans and it has ultimately made my job easier. It’s hard work to do something your heart isn’t in; it’s even harder to put you heart into something when you’ve caged your process.
In my time hanging out with my family, I forgot how important it is to have alone time, too. To let my thoughts go wild. To create something. To learn something. And just rejuvenate so I don’t implode.
My boyfriend told me while watching the Netflix The Witcher series how fantasy stories going in every different direction. They can’t be one dimensional because then you don’t get the full story.
Isn’t it funny how the should be easiest questions are always the hardest?
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I think we all need to embrace the coming changes. If we don’t embrace it, we’re just going to live in constant fear of what comes next, and that is no way to live.
So while WFH will still be trending in the coming months, have we proved yet that WFH can just become work? In reality, has anyone’s productivity gone down? How many have gone up?
Yesterday, my college athletics department posted on Facebook about their #breakthestigma campaign. This is their non-sincere way of showing prospective athletes parents that they care about their athletes mental health. Well they don’t.
People think vegans are just sitting around eating carrots with their bunnies (my boyfriend does this daily but will down a pound of beef in one sitting). THIS IS NOT TRUE! There is so much more to vegan food than just vegetables and many people don’t know this.
It was nice catching up with them but we kept it short and sweet so we don’t end up resenting each other for having to deal with awkward small talk. And that’s what it should be. People should be so terrified to set a time limit on their interactions.
I guess people can find it romantic to wait over 50 years for your love, but I just don’t think I’m a romantic. I find it creepy and pathetic for someone to pine over someone for so long.
I think I have a few things to share to my fellow quarantinees. I know you’re thinking, girl, everyone has their own tips and tricks, but hear me out, I’m cute and weird so I’m using it.
So I’m letting my creativity roam now with this blog. I’m not going to limit myself, I’m just going to let myself write and see what happens. Sometimes when we let ourselves roam aimlessly we end up right where we are supposed to be.
Whether you’re getting off to a quick start by quarantining together early on, in that middle stage where no one knows if you’re living together or not (ME), or already took the plunge and are living together, quarantine changes things. Doesn’t necessarily mean changing for the worst but things CHANGE, especially when they are the only person you have physically interacted with without a pane of glass between you two, in the past month.
But I swear, I’m not breaking up with you! And to be completely honest, I’ve never even initiated a break up with that line BUT this dude sophomore year of college totally broke up with me that way. IT’s cool, it’s cool, I’m over it. (insert eye roll).
It’s me! I know I’ve been gone for quite sometime and I’m so sorry about that. Yes, of course we can catch up later over a glass of wine or whatever your choice of drink is during these times.
Everybody can choose how they want to live their lives. No one is wrong. Unless you’re hurting someone then you are 100% wrong. Let’s not hurt anyone, okay people? But also don’t shame others for how they spend their money, use their vacation days, and pace they move with their partner.
But second off, seriously how do people just meet people!? Apparently it is no longer acceptable to date the guy you hooked up with behind the bar because that’s trashy????? What!? I used to meet people by running around half naked and 100% drunk in the dorm when I should have been studying for my finals but apparently dating people from the bar is trashy! But honestly, how else are people supposed to meet, it’s not like we trying to bang the whole office here people!
Dealing with my first big girl job out of college this is something very new to me and something I’m still trying to figure it out. This wasn’t a course we took in college like Accounting 101. No, because you learn how to do your job (somewhat) in college not how to act even though learning how to act and behave around others you quickly learn is a big factor in your success at the company. I have noticed that sometimes who you’re friends with and how you act can outweigh others performance in the job. And we all know we’re just fighting for the top spot. **insert shoulder shrug emoji**
Our entire lives we’re taught to focus on our future. Don’t do this because it’ll mess with your future. Don’t do that either. Stay on the straight and narrow. Work hard and it’ll pay off later. The same thing said to everyone that even thinks about doing something for themself. But why? Why are we so primed to just focus on our futures and told we’re hippies if we’re ‘living in the moment.’
Picture this; me sitting there in athletic shorts and an old, oversized university sweatshirt, giggling about how I can’t blow out the trick candles. Me! The most conceited, egotistical, attention loving person. But this is all I wanted for my 23rd birthday. Just a day of laziness and happiness and that is what I got.
I’m back! Bet you thought you seen the last of me! – Or whatever Emma Roberts says in ‘American Horror Story.’
I read an article that said the job requirements were introduced during the recession when employers had to weed out most candidates because of the surplus of applicants. The article said companies are now choosing to throw out their requirements due to low unemployment numbers. Well come on Tampa Bay! Throw away those job requirements for entry level jobs!
Clichés are clichés for a reason. College truly was the greatest four years of my life. The random Wednesday night dorm parties, dancing the night away on Fridays, piecing it all back together at the winery the next day, and the late night study sessions that turned into Chinese takeout parties in the library. College was the best of times… but it was also the worst of times.
That’s what my professor would always tell us in class about jobs. We’re young and in our twenties and no one stays in one job or career field forever anymore anyway. We can always start over.
Currently I am sitting by the pool of my parents vacation house writing my first blog post with only $11.57 in my checking account. Why did I find the need to say this? Because I feel as if there are a lot of us twenty-something year olds in this position of transferring over from living the good life of college with our parents money to back us to graduating, getting a shitty job, and not know what to do.
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