• Coworker: I love school. I'd be a professional student if I could.
  • Me: I never liked school. But I did like the partying part in college.
  • Coworker: Of course you hated school.
  • Me: Why do you say that?
  • Coworker: Because you hate structure. And being told what to do.
  • Me: Oh. Yeah. I guess you're right.
  • Right when you think you have yourself all figured out, you realize you don't.

An update: August 2013

Last month, I relieved the anticipation that had been building up in my mind and into my neck for the past three years. With the help of my dad and a few other people who love me, I packed up a Penske truck full of my old, shitty furniture that I couldn’t bear to let go of and headed east to New York City.

After a few long days staying in fleabag motels and driving in rain, sunshine, and through mountains, we arrived at what I would learn to call my new home, the Upper East Side of Manhattan. How I pulled it off, I haven’t a fucking clue.

And then there we were, waiting for the movers to arrive and bring my stuff up five flights of stairs. I paced around my empty bedroom, making small talk with my new Craigslist roommate who I had only met briefly before. And in that moment, I never knew if a place so big, so loud and so smoggy — so different from small-town Texas — would ever feel like home. But I would pretend.

Fast forward six weeks.

I went to Dallas to help out with a new business pitch for a week and then I got on a plane back to New York. This was my fourth time on a LaGuardia-bound plane. My first as a resident of the city — but my fourth nonetheless. In past trips, every time I would hear the flight attendant say “nonstop service to LaGuardia,” anxiety would set in.

Going to New York City always cued anxiety. Which is usually a mixture of nervousness and anticipation and excitement — but mostly nervousness.

But not this time. And as the plane lowered into the Manhattan skyline, I was calm. I was home. I knew my way around. I didn’t have to make sure I had a full charge on my phone because the keys to my next stop were in my bag. I was getting in a cab and going to 90th & 1st Ave., where all of my old, shitty furniture awaited me. 

Today, I worked from home. Eight days of long hours and traveling did me in. I needed a littler inspiration other than my couch, so I set up shop at the Starbucks around the corner.

And now, as I sit here in the window with my coffee and laptop, watching all of the weird New Yorkers scurry past me, hearing the car horns of angry cab drivers blare louder than the Diane Krall song playing inside, I have never felt more at home.

This place is weird and loud and mostly obnoxious. And I love it. 

"His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless."

— Ernest Hemingway

Perfection. 

Perfection. 

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In case the Mayans were right, I’m getting blasted on wine tonight. Ain’t tryin to see the end of the world sober. 12/21/12, ya’ll. 

In case the Mayans were right, I’m getting blasted on wine tonight. Ain’t tryin to see the end of the world sober. 12/21/12, ya’ll. 

I can’t ever seem to keep my momentum with denim-on-denim outfits. I feel put-together and stylish in the morning, and resemble a disheveled car mechanic by noon.

These are the things that keep me up at night. 

J.Crew ♥ Marriage Equality

I knew J.Crew was my favorite brand ever for a reason. 

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"One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life."

— John Green (via vvice)

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We can FAX our orders!
For those of us who have dropped off of the civilization cliff.

We can FAX our orders!

For those of us who have dropped off of the civilization cliff.