Our Darling Duo

St. Pete has been on the books for several months now. The annual business trip that we girls have conveniently turned into a mother-daughter trip was just fabulous enough to fill our love buckets until next year.

Now, I do know what you’re thinking. Skipping school for vacation? Is that necessary? Absolutely not. In fact, it’s 100% irrational, and I will be paying for it, but a trip with my mom? At a pink hotel? I’m. So. There. She really needs to learn how to say no. Like, “No Lindsey, you should not miss four days of classes for no reason!” But until then, vacation on.

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Four days. Four bags. One gal.

We are absolutely those girls that take ALL the travel pictures, but we will take that into account the next time we book a 6am flight. “You’re out of chai?” Girl, it’s 5am, there is no way you’ve had a line around the corner for chai’s . Iced coffee it is, but not without an eye roll. Oh the bags (under our eyes!!). But also, oh the bags, as in luggage. Three words that will most definitely never come out of either of our mouths: “I travel light!” HA. To the people that can pack ONE outfit a day, how do you do it? All the cudos.

I went from pool to beach to pool to beach, waiting for the lovely lady to get out of her meetings. She’d order drinks and we’d repeat. Hers was the real deal, but if y’all recall I’m only 19!! After we turned our bodies into lava, the shower and aloe prepped us for dinner. Only to return and be in bed by 10, of course.

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It would have been easier to cover this absence up had I not gone from human to tomato on the first day. Y’all (I can say that, I’m still in FL), my skin!! People that pay for a peel at spas, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, I got this one for a killer deal! Okay fine, it was free! This classic burn has left my skin fresher than ever, you know now that it has shed like a snake.

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Save your breath. No, we are not sisters.

The highlight of our trip was catching up with family nearby. The sweetest cousins that just don’t live close enough were my dinner dates not once but twice. They are friends to my idol, Emily Ley, and my heart went from smiling to SMILING when I FaceTimed her. Yes, you can read that again, but it’s still going to say FaceTime. If you’re wondering (and I know you are), she’s as sweet as her book, planners, and hecka beautiful Instagram.

 

Well, that’s a wrap on our trip- back to reality! I just love our duo. I love the things I get to do with her, the places she’s taking me, and the smiles we share. I’m so thankful for this human. I’m even more thankful I get to call her mom. And I’m triple thankful I get to live this fab life with her.

 

As The Table Turns

This week has been quite the step. Another step into my adult life that I just did not realize would come so dang soon. Today, the words, “I bought a coffee table,” came out of my mouth. What the hell?

Last week I was doing homework on my bed, blinked and ended up with a tea kettle on a stove with slipper sandals on my feet. I mean seriously, when did my life catIMG_0501ch up to the “When I grow up…” part? It’s flying, but I am trying to love every single minute.

Yes, my coffee table has a new home, and apparently so do I. I signed my first dotted line on Tuesday to live in an apartment next year. My dotted line was fabulous. Fabulous, in that it was my signature, but not necessarily my money. Mom and Dad’s dime seems to pull through yet again (and, hopefully, will not stop anytime soon).

Over the past few months, I have been struggling to make one of my most difficult decisions I’ve made so far. Should I transfer? No, I should stay here. Should I step outside my comfort zone? No, this is satisfying. Can I really do this? Yes, yes Lindsey, you can.

I suddenly had the feeling that Journalism was calling my name. It is pulling me to the dark side with this intriguing life of writing. Oh yes, you guessed it. My apartment is in gosh darn Columbia, MO- home of Mizzou’s J-School and now home to me.

Even though I have finally come to the conclusion that this spin of the table seems to be in the perfect direction, my family and I have spent many hours on many worries of the big “T” word (Transfer, in case you didn’t catch my drift). I am headed into sophomore year as a first year newb all over again. It will take time and there is no guarantee it will progress as smoothly as I imagine; but I am prepared for my huge leap of faith. Hopefully, with endless nights in the library, new friends and connections, and even study sessions in my new living room, I will be prepared for the career of my dreams.

This coffee table was $25 in an antique store (I know, go me!). I would like to say it’s pretty beat up and useless, but my Mom had to explain that “college houses” are not top notch. In fact, college houses are the foundation of “Remember that one night?” stories, and under no circumstances need Pottery Barn’s best seller. The table in my trunk right now, just like me, has no idea what’s in store. We are both moving into a new place, in a new town at a new school. I don’t know many people, just as the coffee table does not know who will surround it, play games on it, or who’s feet it will support. We have so many memories to make together.

My new slab of wood with four legs and lots of scratches has brought me to a turning point that I did not know would come so soon. Each scratch it already has is a memory of its last home, and I am eager, anxious and beyond excited to put more scratches on MY new coffee table. This life is crazy and this life is fast, but oh man, this life is so so fab!

Sunday Thoughts

It’s Sunday. Sunday, February 12th. Today my Sunday is straight from the heart and all in all, the truth. What’s the point if I’m not completely honest, right?

I absolutely love Sundays. They are the perfect day to regroup for a fresh week of routine and focus. This morning, my wonderful Sunday started off with class at Barre3 with my favorite person (mom) followed by breakfast with the whole family. After breakfast, my mom and I grocery store hopped to purchase all of our best finds for our day of cooking.

Now, you may be wondering why I am home, and honestly I’m wondering the same thing. I should 100% still be at school, but I have been missing home way too much. Sometimes you just need extra hugs to fill the heart. I wish that I could say I am crazy happy at school with a fabulous group of friends, but honestly I am not. My heart has been quite empty lately, as I am having a hard time this semester. A whole month home over Christmas break reminded me just how much I love {and MISS} my people and my place.

It is so hard to be studying at school while they are home and living life. The life I have lived at home has always been so independent, so I was not dying for the freedom or liberating feeling that college comes with. For me, I am much more intrigued by the life after college without frat parties and stupid nonsense. Trust me, I get it. It’s fun, but fun for like uhhh 3 quick minutes.

Right now, my prayers to God are for happiness within myself. I’m confident that after I feel good, I will be able to find a fun friend group that loves me for, well, me. The constant state of worry has overcome me for this perfect life that I am not living right now. This picture I had in my head of what everything would be like meeting the not-pictured reality is hard to accept. How do I be the best possible me? How can I show others that I truly do put them first? Am I actually giving back to God enough? Where is He taking me?

This life is the most fabulous gift we could honestly ever ask for, and I am forever grateful. There are one million and two things to be thankful for and just not enough time in the day to name each and every one of them. I understand this beautiful side of life, but at this very moment, I’m trying to find that silver lining. Of course it is there, but it is my job to go find it.

Amazing people are always put into your life at just the perfect times. Reflecting on previous experiences, these are the parts of life that God pulls through the most! My lifelong friends were hand placed in front of me all at different stages of life, but with impeccable timing. I’m trusting that these cycles that have led me here will only repeat itself for the rest of my life.

Through prayers and a positive attitude, my smile is shining bright. Today is Sunday. Sunday, February 12th. It sounds to me like the perfect day to end the weekend at home with an overflowing heart and one too many cookies at dessert.  I know that school is calling my name, and I’m ready to return with a focused attitude and acceptance that this is just life right now. But even when life is hard, there’s a way to make it fabulous.