I figured that it was about time I got back to updating my blog; I mean it has only been five months. You would think in that time I would have had so much to write about and divulge. And in fact, I did; more than I would care to admit and probably more involved than you would even care to read. But unfortunately for me and fortunately for you, there were just never enough hours in the day to gather my thoughts, write them down and ensure most importantly, that they were coherent.
I have done you the courtesy of summing up these past few months then in just a few words. Okay, maybe “few” is an understatement and by “words” I mean paragraphs, but there is no denying I tried to summarize my chaotic life as concisely as possible.
I finally made it back home to the States in late February after a brief stint with Eulogy!, a London-based PR firm and the 2009 PRCA Consultancy of the Year. I found that my time there was invaluable. I made great connections with seasoned professionals and gained invaluable international PR experience; it was truly an opportunity of a lifetime and one that I am eternally grateful for. But my time with Eulogy! was unfortunately brief, as the expiration of my Visa loomed on the horizon and circumstances at home continued to beckon my presence.
My welcoming home, as one could imagine, was bittersweet. Seeing my family and reestablishing the six-month overlooked friendships of course caused reason for celebration. Getting all the gossip that was too tedious to relay across the sea from classmates, although a lengthy process, was a surprisingly welcome one. Eating my favorite foods from my favorite eateries, notably Coliseum Deli and Chipotle, overjoyed me. And being back in the place I called home was a greater luxury than I had ever anticipated.
But these reasons for celebration were quickly short-lived when I realized that the reality I once thrived upon was no longer, in fact, a reality, but a mere memory. Feelings of regret, remorse and woe filled me; I seriously questioned my decision to return to the States. I left behind not only close friends that I had come to adore, but the newly discovered freedom and adventure that had redefined me while abroad. These feelings of misery were only magnified further when I learned first hand that finding a job in the already scarce job market was going to prove as daunting and just about as successful, or rather unsuccessful, as climbing Mt. Everest.
But, not one to drown in my sorrows, I quickly turned that frown upside down and made the most of my return home. I landed an amazing boyfriend, who, strange as it may seem was a blast from the past, started to successfully pay off my school loans with my five part-time jobs (yes you heard me right… five!) which I have since whittled down to one full-time and two part-time jobs and I am enjoying the previously overlooked small pleasures of my hometown.
Life is undoubtedly better than I expected and I can’t wait for what comes next.