Last year, around this time, I was moving into a broken down apartment with glass covered sidewalks. It was my first apartment, as well as bestfriend Kate’s, and it was home.

There were nights when we were thankful for the door between our rooms, especially the four weekends we couldn’t tell if it was fire works or fun shots we kept hearing. And there were nights when all I wanted to do was cry into her shoulder, wondering if we were really ready for this huge step into adultdom.

In the end, we were…well at least I think we were. Through the awful breakups, to the funny first dates, we stuck it out and managed to stay bestfriends while renting an apartment together (a feat most did not think we would make it through, but we did).

Over the past year I’ve changed, lost friends that I thought I would stay in touch with for years, and had an abundance of men flocking to my side (well not really, but from reading my blog you would think so).  I’ve even, dare I say, mellowed out. Things I used to stress about I’ve learned to let roll off my back. Yes, you did just hear me say that, probably for the first time ever.

I’ve had four different jobs, one being a nanny which made me realize – not only am I far too young to take care of a child, I don’t know if I even want to have children anymore.  The other two helped me realize I need to work in online marketing, and I need to work crazy hours or else I will just get bored. Also I can not be in charge of a filing system…ever.

I found out I can run a mile. Most of my inspiration to continue was because I thought I was being followed by some crazy gang, but I digress. After a month of not sitting on my butt I found out running is the best solution to dealing with stress. Especially when I don’t want to come home to sit and write, after sitting and writing all day.

To anyone who went to jr. high with me: I no longer slowly walk around the block, I run. And am no longer a pudgy awkward little girl. More of a semi (getting in shape) 23 year old with a super cool job, still awkward though.

So, here I sit, in my boyfriend’s apartment (my room is still being cleaned) in Boston excited to start a new chapter of my life. Hopefully one filled with more Sushi than gun shots.

Goodbye Ghetto superstar life, Hello Hipsterville.