Hello. My name is Emily, and I am a bad blogger.
There. I’ve said it. They say the first step to moving on is acceptance. Check. I’m not quite sure of the other steps, but all I know is that I’m throwing my hat back into the ring, grabbing the bull by the horns, tossing out any euphemism for staring over, and returning to my blog.
If you are reading this, I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting. But, as you are about to read, a few things have been going on in the past few months that have been the cause of a lot of celebration.
I GOT A NEW JOB.
Bye-bye journalism, hello advertising. Ladies and gentleman, I’ve entered a new career, and a new industry to boot. I’ve never been so excited for a challenge, and so tired by the end of the workweek that weekends have new meaning to me. I also now understand how my fellow copywriter friend told me that sometimes she doesn’t have time to pee. Sometimes, you just don’t.
I’M NO LONGER A HOBOKENITE.
Yes, the rumors are true. After almost four years, I have fled the Mile-Square town for a new adventure–QUEENS. More specifically, Astoria. That’s crossing two rivers. Two rivers, about five times during moving day, in a U Haul cargo van. My family is amazing to have helped me for the gazillionth time moving since freshman year in college. True rock stars.
SPEAKING OF ROCK STARS, I NOW LIVE WITH A BOY (WHO’S IN A BAND AND OWNS A LOT OF GUITARS)
Maria, my former roommate, now just a good friend who lives in Manhattan, asked me the other day if CP drinks beer for breakfast and if he farts a lot. All I can say is, I’ve never felt so happy to be in one place. And…I’ll keep you posted.
Stay tuned…more updates to come…including: sneak peak of the new place…