Christmas-time in the Apartment

While this doesn't exactly count as our "first" Christmas together because we're drove home on the twentieth. .  it's the first time that one of us has our own place to decorate.  Being college students, wedding planning, and without really good paying jobs. . we had a little wiggle room when it came to decorating funds. I did however manage to "borrow" a few awesome vintage pieces from my grandmothers house during the summer and they blend in quite perfectly if I do say so myself!

We also we out and bought our first Christmas tree! I had finals until the 19th which means we spent most of December in our little abode and there was therefore no reason not to have a tree. Getting it into Nic's mustang was a little bit of an ordeal but we (he) managed to fit it in. I even muttered my mom's favorite words of "how hard can it be?" and made my very own wreath from the branches that were trimmed off of our little guy. It's a bit quirky but I did it all by myself and I am darn proud! 

I'm really proud of how home-y the apartment feels. I'll admit that I was a little weary of this holiday season because of how off last years was but it's looking like it's going to be just magical.

I hope your decorating is going well and you're in the Christmas spirit! 

Ciao love bugs. xoxo

So I moved to Maryland!

I'm sure quite a few of you are going to be caught off guard by this blog post. . and if you aren't I'm sure you were caught off guard by my "Holy Hell I'm moving" status on Facebook last Thursday. . So let me provide y'all with a quick explanation on why I'm now living in Maryland and how it happened so quickly. .

I applied to transfer to Towson University in the spring and was admitted but only given a week to move. I couldn't find an apartment fast enough nor could I just up and move that fast. So I waited to see if I could start in the summer and could. While this seemed easy enough we ran into an apartment disaster. Apartments up north are nothing like they are at home. To make matters even worse I was moving around Baltimore which means prices were even higher and the looming fear of possibly moving into the ghetto grew even bigger. I quickly learned that washer/dryers are not standard in every apartment, getting any apartment that slightly resembled all of my friends from home that I feel in love with was impossible, and pictures/websites are extremely deceiving.We sent Nic on what could be called a needle in a haystack hunt. The poor kid went to countless apartments that looked promising only to find they were ghetto. It's not a big surprise that I wouldn't do good in the ghetto. I have terrible street-smarts (mom says I have none, slightly true) and I scare easily.

Now enter my apartment complex. It's 30 minutes from school which isn't terrible since I drove 45 minutes to high school for four years. Quite frankly I didn't want to be right in a "college town" anyways. I'm over partying and I don't think I could stand living in a complex with a bunch of partying kiddos. Not to mention I feel a lot more comfortable with older people than kids my own age. Everyone here is amicable but not overbearing. And sadly most college kids -- especially boys -- are obnoxious and living on my own by them would get annoying. Mind you that's just my own opinion, I love all of my college friends who are boys, but y'all aren't typical. . Anyways back to the point: the complex is built by a little creek, there is a dock for fishing (and tanning in my opinion), and I have a balcony.

The only one bedroom in the complex was open for move in April 21st (my golden birthday) or June. . classes start May 29th so I had to take the earlier one, hence my ultra quick move.

I promise a post with pictures of the apartment, and a birthday post will be up soon! It's just been a wee bit hectic!

Ciao darlings! xoxoxoxo.

Forty-Eight Hours

The last forty eight hours have been absolutely crazy. About a week ago I discovered Harford Community College in Bel Air, Md. It has a nursing program that starts in the summer and is the only school I've been able to find that has a time line that fits perfectly with the plan I have in my head. That being said, I applied to take two prerequisite classes at the school in order to get an extra point on my nursing application because I "attended Harfod for regular classes". This went swell. . I got into my Micro class. . and had to wait for the Dean of Sciences to give me permission to get into the A&P2 class. . . this permission FINALLY came on Thursday and I decided that I'm moving up. . .

My next issue to tackle was an apartment that would allow Eevah, and not have a full year lease in class I ended up getting into a nursing school back in Florida. Well, for the last forty eight hours I've played email and phone tag with about fifteen people, and none of them work. They're either not available, or a whole year lease, or they won't allow a dog. . . So low and behold I have the opportunity to go to Maryland be happy and live there, but the means (or would it be livelihood? now that's a question. . ) isn't there.

All in all, Florida really needs to just let me go already and Maryland needs to get it's shit together.

Ciao. xoxo.