This is the beginning of the best thing you will ever read. Ever.

Haii errybody! I recently decided to have a blog documenting my life (how interesting right???) rather than my highly exciting adventures in Europe. This blog is going to be geared towards the workings of my inner brains, highlights of things I find interesting/funny/happy/sad/weird/all the above, and much, much more—obviously, all the things you are dying to read about!You’re most likely saying to yourself, “Thank God someone finally had the genius idea to get inside Erin's head, to write about her thoughts!”

I may not update this blog as frequently, or maybe more frequently, than the Euro adventures blog, but I’m definitely planning on using it as a creative outlet. Lately, I’ve been dying to be creative, so here is where it all begins! Feel free to be an avid fan, a fair weather reader, or hopped up on the haterade of my blog.  However, if you’re a hater, talk to the hand cuz the face ain’t listenin. No matter which reader you are, please remember that I am a sarcastic, often blunt, real human, and I don’t plan to hold back my views, opinions, or sense of humor to avoid offense.

And now, for my avid fans out there, hereeee weeee goooooo!!!!!!

For those of you who don’t know, I went to San Diego (a last minute decision) this past weekend for a family wedding. I did not tell my mother, whom I will refer to as Modge from this point forward, about my plans to surprise her. Despite my good intentions, I wasn’t sure how much of a surprise it would be after her many lectures as to why not to buy a plane ticket as a 'broke joke' recent college grad. Let’s just say, she was previously not enthusiastic about the idea of me participating in the weekend festividads. However, due to peer pressure from my step-dad (encouragement and a generous monetary donation), I went through with the purchase.  

It is highly possible that I instantly developed chronic high blood pressure, stress induced ulcers and/or digestive problems, and an anxiety disorder the moment I bought my ticket. I swear to you, I considered not getting on the plane all the way until my zone was called for boarding—just casually missing my flight. Nbd (for all you old peeps, that means No Big Deal). You know, how you would think that’s logical after spending a fortune on a cross-country plane ticket right???

Now, you may be asking yourself, “Why the fear of Modge?” because many of you know her as the loving, gentle, kind human that she is. However, many of you don’t know the Modge that is not afraid to let you know she is VERY disappointed in you when you eff up. And, obviously, I didn’t want to feel her wrath all weekend in sunny San Diego…and for months to come.

I actually kept thinking that she was going to be so angry with me that she would never forgive me…..ever.  In fact, I kept replaying the time I spilled bright red nail polish on the landlord beige carpet story in my head, recounting her potential for pissed-ness. In case you don’t know that story, just imagine crashing Kanye West’s brand new Rolls Royce into a telephone poll, or perhaps accidentally letting a candle burn down the White House.

Anyways, when I went to knock on the door of my mother’s hotel room to see her for the first time, I stood outside for about 3 minutes and told myself, “Ok, you can knock on the door, or you can get the hell out of here and act like you never existed in San Diego....MAKE A DECISION. GO WITH OPTION TWO. RUN LIKE HELL.”

Luckily, events did not play out like the remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and she was thrilled and delighted to see her really cool and fun and awesome daughter. I sat next to my mom for at least an entire minute before she realized I was sitting there on the balcony, all the while she was telling my grandma how she felt bad that I wasn’t there—that it was even her fault! HER FAULT! WHAT A RELIEF. As I took my first breath in nearly 2 weeks, I realized that this weekend was going to be a blast.

And, it was SO much fun! San Diego is such a cool place with so much to do and see, and being with family was reallyyyy great!! It was truly a weekend I’ll never forget.

I decided to write my blog on my flight to Washington, DC, my new home, because I got a sort of empty feeling as we flew away from the San Diego airport.

I’m having a hard time describing why I felt a little blue. I’ve had this huge exciting move and a trip to San Diego all in one week. Anyone should be feeling high on life (don’t get me wrong, I am certainly high on life). But flying home to the unknown seems somewhat intimidating and very uncomfortable. I haven’t established myself and my life in DC...YET.  I don’t have the comforts and obvious love of all my family and close friends that I have at my real home in Ohio and that I did have in San Diego...YET. I don’t have my routine and my place…YET.

While I am excited and ready to start my adult life in DC, I can’t help but wish I had all my family and friends here with me. As cheesy as it sounds, I will miss all the love in the air, and the comforts of being around the people that care about me. But I am so determined to make my niche here in this pretty city! I am going to find my comfort, and make this place my home away from Ohio home : ) 

**I wrote this on the plane home from San Diego on Monday night. It is Friday now, and finally being posted!**

Things are evolving dramatically! I got a babysitting, petsitting, and waitressing job all in a matter of days. Totally insane, but so exciting. I am very tired of sitting at home piddling around. It is like I am the stay at home wife/mother and Ashton is the husband out working in corporate America with all the business peeps and politicians. AND IT SUCKS. I think I've predetermined that I'm not cut out for stay at home mother duties, but I guess I'll revisit that subject when the time is right. By the time being right, I mean years from now. I guess I can just say right now, I admire women who do stay at home and do the household shiz, but I have been so so so bored every single day and just can't wait until my husband gets home so I have someone to talk to again. Everyone is at work but me. Thank god I start a job next Wed!

I'm going to wrap this up by letting you all know that I may or may not have frostbite on my toesies in this Starbucks, and I have got to get out of here before my body goes into hypothermic shock. Thanks for following, and look forward to updating you on my life as I know it.