Semester One, at its fab-best

Let’s talk about Semester one at Mizzou. I’ll let you in on my

Top 10 for the past few months: 

  1. Living in an apartment with a fun favorite:   I adored my little apartment and the adult life that comes with living in your own space. Coming home to cook was probably my favorite part, while my least favorite was not having my mom to cook right beside me! Living in my own house for marriage one day without her? HOW! Nicole, the fab favorite roommate I scored, was a blast! Half of our nights ended with a dance party and the other half ended knee deep in Youtube videos laughing our booties off. 
  2. Game Days:  If you know, you know. Game days are the best! An entire day devoted to friends and festivities outside supporting a school that you just love. I mean, there was honestly no better way to push off studying for Econ. Also, I cannot pass up the opportunity to mention that one of my favorite parts was having an excuse to wear black for so many weekends in a row. But also like, yes it’s me and I love shopping so new outfits were the reason I ate oatmeal for dinner because I have my priorities straight!
  3. Dinner Dates:   2 hours 2 hours 2 hours. My family came to visit a few times and here is how it went. They would take me to get something other than oatmeal for dinner, my mom would clean my entire apartment before she left, and they’d fill my cup with the biggest hugs until I got to see them next. I can’t ask for more than that.
  4. Sleepovers:  Ashley! Madelyn! Libby! Theresa & Hannah! Alexis! Oh my! Hosting my friends was such a fun thing to do! My OCD would be beeping at a constant 10 with allthethings out of order and kicking responsibilities to the curb, but I pulled a “messes clean up” and enjoyed their company! Also, I solemnly swear to never let you leave without breakfast in the morning! Each friend was oh so fabulous and I am oh so thankful to have them.
  5. Late night studying + allllthegoldfish:   Studying was studying, but it became fun. Until finals rolled around, and I started questioning what I had been doing the entire semester, I figured out that the majority of my nights were distracted by Nicole and our previously mentioned Youtube video threads. Also goldfish. Cue the addition of fun to studying.
  6. Visiting Truman:   Alpha formal with Madelyn is a date I will never miss. We dressed up, had A LOT of fun, and ordered a pizza in the middle of night. Our time together is a hoot and we have learned to cherish the spaced out time together. Roommates never die.
  7. Meeting uhhhmazing new people:  Through Newman and friends of friends, I have met THE best people. I just adore their hearts and the way they have welcomed me into their lives. Transferring isn’t the easiest, but the people I have met along the way have made college so fun.
  8. Strengthening my faith:   My faith has been so fun to grow this semester at Newman. Between mass, bible study, and random nights, I have been brought into a community of people I see God through. The opportunities and experiences I have been able to take part in because of my faith has taught me about immense necessities in life.
  9. Tuesday Updates:   This semester I created a little video on Snapchat I like to call Tuuuesday Uuupdates. It is about a minute long video of me chatting about absolutely nothing. I don’t know why I enjoy it so much, but they continue to make my Tuesday’s much more fun! Look out for fun videos coming to your phone every Tuesday! IMG_2057
  10. SMILING the entire time:   When you can call your mom and tell her that you just can’t stop smiling while walking to class, you know you’re in the right place. From the tiny things to the big things, I had a smile on my face and enjoyed every little detail in between.

    This past semester at Mizzou was everything I prayed for and more! While I was at Truman, things were different and hard and stressful. I did not feel at home, and most importantly my smile was not real and my heart was not full. My big change felt drastic, and I was nervous that it wouldn’t meet my expectations; but it surpassed them by a long shot. I cannot even begin to look at my prayers a year ago and see how God answered them with FABULOUS friends and fab surroundings that are shaping This Fab Life.

Clutter Cluster

I have recently come across one of my stress builders. You know, the foundation that supports all the other building blocks to your breaking point? Clutter.

I have always taken pride in being over the top on organization, whether it is in school, my room, or life in general. I focus on a clean-cut, fresh look. The less clutter, the better, but the Target dollar section just doesn’t agree. I truly believe that clutter in your house is the ultimate source of clutter in your brain! No one needs “I need to clean the basement” in the back of their mind on a Tuesday afternoon when they have more important things to accomplish- NO ONE.

When I was in high school, finals would roll around, and I would become a completely different person. I needed to clean out the fridge, rid my under-sink, purge food that we hadn’t touched in a while, and refold all of the clothes for my drawers before I could actually focus on studying. Casual? No. I needed all of this to be done around finals, but in reality it was always in the back of my mind and never being addressed. Then when a stressful time snuck up on me, I couldn’t have it there to be completely narrowed in on getting good grades.

Well, I have come to the realization that lately I just have not been pulling my best organization strings. This first year of college was hard to come home on a short weekend and clean my room because I wanted to spend ALL of my time with the family. On the other hand, I was living out of a duffel bag for a few days, which turned into one big mess for normal people and one excessive, overcrowded clothes party for Lindsey people.

Processed with VSCO with f2 presetIt took me a quick minute to know that this is not how summer is going to go! After an unnecessary melt down to dad that he needed to build me a bigger closet, I pulled myself together with a pep talk. I will not live in this cluttered room with clothes I have not worn in years. I will not save these hair products under my sink that I am no longer using. I will not look at an email inbox full of spam. I will not keep things that I do not need.

And that is exactly what I did. I went into my room and stripped it. Other people could use these items more than I can, and if I had not worn it in two years or more, it had to go. Yes, yes I wanted to hold onto every t-shirt that has a memory, but I am not about to wear them, so I either put them aside for a t-shirt quilt, or they went to my memory box. (Praise the Good Lord for fabulous memory boxes). After the sorting, I took {several} trash bags  to their appropriate places and am now basking in a simplified, organized, and oh so fabulous bedroom, with my favorite people only a few steps away. (I really couldn’t be happier!)

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FRESH drawers. #fab

Our homes are not only places to recharge your electronics, they are our place to regroup, re-juice and relax, while enjoying the company of our closest humans. Some people spend more time in their homes than others, but everyone should make time to clear their space. Like I said, a cluttered home (or workspace, for that matter) is a cluttered brain. Clear your head with a cleaning spree! I promise promise promise your shoulders will raise and your brain will have more thinking room. An organized life is a fresh and FABulous life!

 

 

 

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Alllllllllll the memories. Cue the tears.

DE-CLUTTER TIP: My mom started our memory boxes when we were born. They are filled with too many preschool art projects to count, special baby outfits, and anything that will make us cry when we open them now. Since my brother and I have been old enough to clean our own rooms, we became bosses of our memory boxes, which are just large storage tubs. I add things like my high school acceptance letter and notes I’ve gotten on retreats. One day I will open it and be able to read the birthday cards I received and relive the moments from the pictures I’ve snuck in there. The boxes that I have started include high school, college, and random memories, not counting several that my mom made. This way we get to keep all of our special things, but they slide under a shelf in the basement for “one day”.

Moving On Up

“Enough already! We get it. You had a perfect roommate in college. You became best friends. You didn’t want to leave her. We know!!!” complains everyone that follows me on any social media platform, or just knows me in general. And yes, I am sorry for the overload of love and sap, but these nine month sleepovers do not go as well for everyone, and I am just so grateful.

I won’t lie, in the beginning, there were times when I thought to myself, Is this seriously going to work? Living in such tight quarters with someone is not easy, and we will be the first to tell you that. We would also BOTH be the first to tell you that if someone had asked us if we’d become best friends by the end, it would have been a flat no. Madelyn and I went to grade school and high school together, so right off the bat we were breaking college roommate rule #1- Don’t room with a friend.

I do understand this philosophy of steering clear of strong relationships and branching out for the first year of college, but I am way too much of a homebody and creature of habit to be thrown into a brand new place with my bonus being a stranger to sleep in the same room with. Yeah, no thanks.

Fast forward from the worry and the secret Pinterest board planning our beautiful temporary home (which ended up as fabulous as we dreamed), Madelyn and I did not want to leave! Yes, we do understand that with a water bottle and a good playlist, we could walk to each other’s houses, but that just is not the same as spending late nights on our rug laughing about nonsense when we should clearly be studying. Or illegally making toast and grilled chicken on our forbidden grill. Or getting ready together while staying in our towel wraps for an excessive amount of time. Or knowing when we need a group nap with little lights. It just isn’t the same.

We were calm, cool, and collected about moving out until a friend had mentioned it took several hours to move out of her dorm. We looked at each other both thinking, we have sooooooo much more s t u f f than she does. We went home, turned on music, and got to work! We didn’t even know where to start, but we began by stripping the walls. Literally, paint, drywall, you name it, it came off the wall!DSC00731

We resolved this (not so) small problem like any smart girls would, a field trip to Home Depot with a piece of the wall that should have still been a part of the wall! They matched the paint, we returned, and the wall started looking better than before. No one could tell, and there was no way in heck we were going to pay fines for having cute decor.

All in all, our adorable 2409 became such a fun place where laughter and smiles came aplenty and homesick tears began to fade as the weeks went by. We have a million and one memories of our time that we made just about as fun as anyone could with plans to move on for a million and one more. That teeny tiny room gave us the friendship that we will forever be thankful for.

Next year will be much harder than I had anticipated. Don’t get me wrong, I am eager, anxious, and beyond excited to get to Mizzou, but I am sad that my best friend and roommate will not be coming with me. Instagram, we have many plans to reunite and annoy the heck out of everyone, so don’t you worry. She will be knee-deep in nursing school and I will be waist-deep in papers that I don’t know how to start, but we are moving on to bigger and better things to make our lives extra fabulous. This is my fab life, and I am oh so grateful that Madelyn is apart of it. 

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Her smile was constant. Mine came after the constant flow of tears. Because I was sad? No, no I just checked my final grade in Econ. 

 

PS: we decided that we lived so well together as roommates, we shouldn’t let it go to waist. After we graduate, we will be coming at you Monica Geller and Rachel Green style until we meet our lobsters. Now THAT will be fun.