Don’t tell my mom, but it’s true what she always said about my twenties…
“they’re confusing, and complicated, and you won’t really know who you are or what you want until you’re in your thirties.”
That use to drive me crazy, because I was in the heat of my twenties. But also, I knew what I wanted and who I was at that time.
My twenties were some of the best and worst years of my life. In my early twenties I might as well of still been a teenager. I was completely dependent on my parents financially, and the path to independence seemed like a really hard and bumpy one… and I was too lazy to buckle up and get on with it.
I wanted to drink, eat, and play… in that order. My confidence in myself had been knocked down a few times, and I didn’t know where I belonged or what I was meant to do with my life. I felt lost and insecure, but oddly extremely confident. I had big dreams, but no motivation and my priorities started and ended with vodka.
In my twenties I met my now husband, Josh. I realized for the first time what it meant to be in love with your best friend. I wanted to spend every minute with him, and from what I could tell he wanted to spend every minute with me. I didn’t have to pretend to leave my shoes at his house, or play games to get his attention. Although I had a few tricks up my sleeve, being with him was easy. He helped shape me into the woman I am today, and we grew up together.
I was inspired to start my first blog when we first moved in together. I mainly wrote about decorating our first apartment and the struggles I faced living with a boyfriend for the first time. It was an opportunity for me to express myself while introducing my passion for interior design and my growing relationship with my future husband.
I started this blog (Pillow Talk) because I am a few months away from entering my thirties (or my “twenty-tens” as my mom would say) and it feels like I am starting a new chapter of my life. A chapter that just a few years ago seemed too far out of reach for real life, a chapter that I use to only imagine. From trying to navigate through the complicated communion called marriage, to the annoying people I’ve met, or my struggle to identify as a millennial, I am inspired to share these stories every day.
I also just love a good looking pillow, or a nicely decorated bookshelf, or a new lampshade…add a glass of wine and you have the perfect form of therapy. A good pair of shoes or a nice handbag also do the trick.