4 years ago, a new chapter in my life started in the craziest way: I graduated college and left the team, friends and job I'd known for the last 4 years, I got out of a long-term relationship, I started my first 'big girl' job, I traveled to Greece and back, I got shot at and then... I moved into my first place all on my own. Looking back now, I don't know how 22-year-old me got so lucky (and worked and prayed so hard) to be able to move into my own place, completely financi

So guys, I'm finally here- in my first apartment, by myself. It's something I manifested for a loooonggggg time and it has definitely been a journey into self-discovery and though it's relatively new to me, I thought I'd share with you (who may be just as eager to live on your own as I was) some of the things I've learned so far. But first, let me take you on a little journey to the past: picture me at 18, 19, 20 years old- I've lived with my family my entire life (and yes,

Very much the 'work from home but technically from my bed' vibes For my entire life, I've been a homebody and I'm always set in the notion that one's home should be a safe place, a sanctuary, a place where you go to shut off the world, the hustle, the hardships, the everyday grind; and now since we've collectively endured a (pandemic) and life is forever changed (for a lot of us, our homes also became our workplace) it is integral to have a place that brings you back to you.