In two months, I will have lived in this city for five whole years. Never in my life did I think that I was going to call San Antonio my home, but that is what it has become. I moved here on a whim the year I graduated from college. It was the peak of the recession and no one was hiring in Dallas (in fact the job I had lined up actually closed it’s doors that year.. so sad) so when I accepted a job for a 6 month internship at an Architecture firm in San Antonio, I never thought I’d still be working there almost 5 years later.
The friends I had the first year I lived here are not the friends I have today. In fact, none of them even live here anymore. It’s like they were just placed in my life so that I wouldn’t give up on this city. Because let me tell you, I definitely wanted to give up several times. If you’ve never moved to a new city by yourself, it’s a very humbling, scary, lonely, yet exciting experience. I highly recommend it. The first year I lived here, I actually managed a rock band (while working full-time) isn’t that weird? I dove into the music scene hard, and met a lot of fun and interesting people. I actually would run into Derek at a lot of these shows, but we were just friends at the time. I never thought that the cute Architect who bought me vodka cranberries would eventually be my husband. It’s so weird how things work out.
As I floated through this chapter of my life in my new city, I was still very unhappy. Although I was working as an Interior Designer at the oldest Architecture firm in the state of Texas, I had met the man of my dreams, and a handful of amazing friends, I felt stifled creatively. Which may not sound like a huge deal, but as a person who thrives on creativity, this was the worst of worsts. Which is why I created this blog in the first place. I needed a creative outlet. I used this blog to share my love of design, find others who shared my passion, and create beautiful things for my home and for others’. I never thought it would grow into what it is today.
Even with the blog though, I felt trapped here. All I knew about being an “adult” was my job, my bills, my 401k, my boyfriend/fiance/husband, and my friends/family. I knew exactly where my unhappiness stemmed from, and I blamed my city for it. I was ready to leave.
Fast Forward to a month ago (before I went MIA). I was offered my dream job. The job I’ve been waiting for since my summer internship (which has since changed it’s name) Junior year with my Bestie. In that moment, everything changed. I no longer felt like there was this creative void in my life. I felt fulfilled. I started seeing my city in a whole new light. The food tasted better, the colors were more vibrant, the people were more charming. That being said, I still had (have) several projects around the house to work on and share with you all, but I haven’t felt the need to do them or share them. I have been brainstorming cute summer outfits, and beautiful home decor, but haven’t written about them. I didn’t reel the need to write anymore, I was too busy enjoying the way I experienced my new city after 5 years of living here. For a while I actually thought about stopping this blog, but it broke my heart to think of all the work I’ve put into it, to just throw it away. I received countless comments, Facebook messages, personal emails, and texts from all of you asking when I would be back. That’s when I knew I couldn’t just stop.
So instead I just took a little month off from writing.
But I’m back now! I’ve found a balance between my new job, my Etsy shop, my family and friends, my projects around the house, and sharing them all with you here. I’m so excited about this new chapter in my life, and some other exciting things on the horizon (that hopefully I can share with you soon!) Sometimes you just need a little time for yourself to clear your head and regroup. Thank you for being patient with me and sticking around. You guys are the best :)