It’s my birthday today! And since Quyn has been sharing my blog information (Shout-out to Quyn’s friends!), I thought it would be a good time for a recap of the last year or so.
So I started this blog in 2010 when I was happily coupled up. I was living a grown-up life outside of Seattle. My then-boyfriend and I had a big apartment with adult (read: Not Ikea) furniture, a sweet cat, amazing couple friends, a KitchenAid stand mixer and a Dyson vacuum. Fast forward to October 2010 when we abruptly split – he got the cat, I took the vacuum. The cat is better.
I got my own apartment in the city, went to therapy, took up running, bought turquoise heels and started taking classes at the University of Washington and fell in love with standup paddle-board yoga. I called it the year of Candace.
After a rocky eight months of kinda being together, kinda not, Boyfriend and I finally ended things for good in June 2011. In October 2011, I had this crazy idea to transfer to the New York office and move to Manhattan. One afternoon, I emailed my boss about my idea. He agreed immediately and in January 2012, I found myself living one room of a three-bedroom apartment with two guys I’ve never met. Our apartment was furnished by Ikea. I like to call my roommates Ryan and The Actor, although you’ll find their real names if you read all the postings here closely. I got extremely lucky to find roommates who truly wanted a roommate, not a victim. The guys are awesome. And so is the city. I feel crazy lucky to live a few blocks from Comedy Central and Broadway. I’d happily move far, far away from Times Square though.
Now I’m trying to take advantage of everything I possibly can. I’m dating. I’m taking classes at NYU and looking into masters programs. I’m hoping to find a rock star job in the media industry. I’m getting used to wearing skirts and heels to work, seeing rats when I take out the trash and running on crowded sidewalks.
I’m an incredibly positive person. I am determined to make the very best of whatever I’m handed. I could get mad at people and situations, or I could use that as motivation to be a better person. I choose to fan the fires of greatness.