The university of life

vest: J Crew, sweater: H&M, jeans: Zara, boots: Hunter, tote and cowl: Gap, watch: MK, bracelets: F21, PetiteCo 

Gosh, it's been a week since I was last on the ol' blog. I have been busy doing boring adult stuff that is not fun, but necessary. 
Tim and I finished refinancing our house, we adjusted the value of our property, and got a property tax reduction, because apparently, somewhere along the way I grew up, and now these are the words commonly used in my lexicon. 

I am not sure how it happened. 

I remember when I was a college student, when my only responsibility was to come up with the money for rent and insurance, gas, and maintenance for my yellow VW Bug. Ah my tiny little bug. I miss you. Half the university knew it was me coming around the corner. Not many people own tiny european cars in places where snow gets as high as the car itself, but I did, and my bug took 4 winters with me like a champ. Never an accident, we never even got stuck. I cried when I traded in that car for my new "I graduated and now I have a grown up job" car.

Maybe that's where it all began. With that grown up car.

Truth is, most days I don't feel like a grown up, and I sure as hell don't feel like someone who will turn 30 in a few months. Heck, I don't even look like I'm legally allowed to drink. Ask any bartender in this town. But I am, and I guess what I mean to say with all this rambling is that I hope I am doing it right. This grown up thing is dawning on me and I am not sure what it's supposed to look like. For the first time in my life the thought of having kids doesn't freak the living daylights out of me, and that scares me.

Read that again. The fact that I am not scared, scares me! I am a walking conundrum, not an adult.

I tell you what, college prepared me to deal with the jobs, and the banks, and the loans, and the taxes, and the mortgages, but I am starting to realize that the rest is up to me. An independent study of life, if you will, and whether I ace it or not is entirely in my hands.

The university of life, my mom calls it, where attendance is required, and learning is forever. 
Life PHDs, anyone?

P.S. The outfit above was, with minor variations, my college uniform. Down to the tote because I don't do backpacks, with the exception of camping.
P.P.S. The adult in me feels the need to remind you that tax season is upon us. Get your stuff in a pile.


  1. I love absolutely everything about this post :)

    As a mother and wife, who is back in school at 31, I can totally appreciate the "PhD in life" reference. It really is all about the day-to-day and what you choose to embrace as knowledge and experience. I hope you enjoy this stage of learning, living and loving!

    And 30 will be so fun ~ it's an elite group of girls, I'll tell ya that :)

    xo Kristin

  2. Thank you Kristin, I am enjoying this time and learning a lot at the same time.
    I will join your group soon!


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