Let’s go places.
2012, was a year of movement. It was a year of exploration and realization. Last year was a year of pushing boundaries, testing limits, trying and failing and flailing and resurfacing stronger than before.
2012, was a year of movement. It was a year of exploration and realization. Last year was a year of pushing boundaries, testing limits, trying and failing and flailing and resurfacing stronger than before.
Every year I fly to Arizona to spend either Christmas or New Years with my grandparents. They live in a little town called Carefree, just north of Scottsdale. Carefree is just as it sounds — a sleepy town littered with cacti and adobe houses. They’ve lived in Arizona for as long as I can remember.
I’m currently on day seven of being in Las Vegas. Generally, I hit my “Vegas Max” at four days. Alas, I’m still here.
And I’m exhausted.
Last week I had dinner with a bunch of strangers. And it was awesome.
It’s a serendipitous story, really.
The boyfriend and I have decided to move in together.
Three years ago, I made the best decision of my entire life. I packed up all my belongings and journeyed to San Francisco. I was unsure of what to expect — I didn’t have any friends or family in the city.
Until three years ago, my summers were hot. The kind of sticky hot where you want to spend the days by the pool with a trashy novel sipping Bud Light Limes (yes, I think they’re delicious — go ahead and judge me).
Nearly three years ago, I joined Context Optional. At the time, there were 15 incredibly smart, super talented people working to change the world of social media marketing.