It's All Va Bene

La Regazza Pazzesca

As I pull my laptop out from under my bed, dusty from months of abandonment and my refusal to even look at a computer after the hours of 6pm and certainly never on a weekend, I get the sudden urge to abandon my plan. Am I foolish? Who would ever care about anything I have to say? Do I really want to be that girl who thinks her blog is ‘special’ and insightful, when all she really does is brag about life experiences she has clearly never had, and boyfriends she has conjured up in her daydreams? The answer to all of the above is a resounding, heck. to.the.n.o…..


But I’ve done it anyways, I have finally jumped off the deep end of the social media cliff and accepted my generational calling as a hhhhhaaaaaaaa….gasp….another gasp…..blogger, or as I like to refer to it, a blogette. For months now my coworkers have been trying to convince me to join their ranks and claim my own little piece of e-real estate, and for months I have informed them that my life is not either a. nearly as interesting as theirs’ b. while they may have the sass and wit of a youthful and much better looking Chelsea Handler, I on the other hand can barely tell a knock knock joke without confusing myself, and c. I am already 100% dedicated to facebook as my only form of social media involvement, with the occasional Twitter cheat, I don’t think I could sacrifice my facebookage time.

With the recent move, or as I like to refer to it….desertion, of my boyfriend, Michael, to SF to start his much anticipated studies as a dental school student, I have been left in SacTown with nothing to cling to at night but Boo Boo and Grover (my much loved stuffed animals from baby-hood) and my hot pink bottle of pepper spray….you can never be too prepared when living in hippie-chic, bum-filled midtown. I hope it’s becoming clearer to you about why I have embarked down this foolish road…long distance boyfriend+ too much free time/abandonment of all senses=blog.

In addition to this desertion...i mean, recent move/huge change in my life, I have just passed up my one year anniversary of working and living in Sacramento. The one thing I will never gripe about is how lucky I am to work where I do and how thankful I am that my coworkers have become a quasi Sacramento family for me, but of course with any milestone it is hard not to reflect on the possibilities of what could have been.

While I’ve been blessed with a job right out of college that I absolutely love, sometimes it’s hard not to wonder what if?…..what if I quit my job and joined the traveling circus, after all if you catch me early enough in the morning, pre CHI and concealer, you may concur that I could easily be classified as ‘circus freak’….what if I had followed my dreams and become a Disney princess, specifically Belle, and didn’t have to wear my costume behind closed doors, but was free to prance down Main Street USA hand in hand with Mickey Mouse….what if I had pursued my childhood obsession with Dinosaurs and had become a Ross-from-FRIENDS-esque professor…with those life options clearly behind me, I guess there was nothing left for me to do but to blog.

And so I’ve come here, abandoned by my boyfriend and struggling with a quarterlife crisis. I warn you, I’m a lot to handle right now, just ask Michael, if this blog is really going to reflect my life, be prepared to enter a rollercoaster of insanity. But if you choose to accept me and all of my blogging deficiencies, I promise not to be that girl who thinks that just because she’s seen sex in the city she is qualified to give cute and perky relationship advice, or the chick who lives to make sure anyone who reads her posts is aware of how overwhelmingly fabulous she is. No, if you are interested in my blog I will promise you sensationalized random stories, emotional tirades, lots of rambling, and of course the obligatory craft/recipe/vacation photo op posting, after all this is my life in a blog and as far as I’m concerned it’s all va bene.

Ciao Ciao,