How reading Chick Lit changed my summer


As a young adult I don’t think I am abnormal for admitting that over the past few years I have spent more time watching Netflix, than I have spent reading anything at all. This realization for an English graduate who once had a passion for autobiographies and mystery novels is depressing all the same. Once I recognized that the last book I read in its entirety, Something Blue by Emily Giffin, was over a year ago, I was inspired to take a trip to my local library.

I love the library because I am a young millennial and I am “I go to brunch on Sundays” poor. I am also a firm believer that more things in life should work like the library. It’s a fantastic honor system at its roots. Now if only someone would give me a card for free shoes and say Yes, I will return them in 3 weeks and pay a fine if I don’t.” I should patent that idea.

So back to the aisles of dusty books in the quaint town that I live in.. I searched the alphabetized aisles, taking judging a book by its cover to a whole new level. I eventually stumbled upon Jodi Picoult and I recalled high school age Allison who was emotionally invested in her bestseller My Sister’s Keeper. I also remember being appalled by the movie inspired by the book a few years after, with an entirely different ending.

I picked up Small Great Things by the aforementioned Ms. Picoult, because I felt like I needed some small greatness in my life. I was right.

The story was controversial, but relatable. With all of the shenanigans being broadcast in the news lately, it just seems way too possible. A white supremacist male sued a dedicated black female nurse because his baby died. Even though he told her not to touch that baby.

I don’t want to spoil the end, but some small great things happen. And yet again I found myself passionate about the fictional life of a character that was dreamt up in Jodi Picoult’s mind.

I’d be lying if I said this book got me back on the bandwagon; reading more than watching Netflix. Frankly, that’s not going to happen. But I did return to the library 3 weeks later with the overly ambitious need to check out 3 more books. And it’s been 2 weeks and I honestly have not even opened up 2 of them… but I am a few chapters into another fantasy world that was showcased on the Light Beach Reading shelf at the library. And although I am roughly 800 miles from the ocean, without the ability to take a vacation until at least mid October, I am living vicariously through some chick lit and the happy way that makes me feel has already changed my summer.

Back to reality, where 42 degrees is considered a heat wave.


I’m baaaaaaack!  Preps, I just had the most fantastic vacation of my life.  There were some unexpected roadblocks like a thunderstorm and no wifi, but they helped me to appreciate sunny days and internet connection when I had them.  From Monday until Friday I was in paradise.  I got to experience 5 days that were typical of a millionaire/ess at their vacation home outside Panama City.  The ocean views and ritzy boutiques surrounding me took my breath away.  I fell into the life of the rich and famous easily, but there were reminders that I didn’t live there of course.  Knowing I would have to come back was a fact I tried to avoid.  Printing boarding passes and living out of my suitcase made it impossible though.

There were similarities between this trip and my spring break in Savannah, GA last year, but so much has changed.  I was coming from a different place this year, both literally and figuratively.  Even the beaches were different: Savannah was very shelly and rough, with blue water, while Seacrest sand me of sugar with bright green splashing on the shores.  This time I was moving into a family friend’s permanent home for a few days, last time I was with my aunt’s where we rented a townhouse.  It was just incredible to think that Ashley gets to live that care-free lifestyle daily.  I enjoyed both trips, but the difference was leaving this time: I knew I would be back.

I have come to conclusion I now have a goal for the next two years.  I may not know what I am doing tomorrow, but in two years I will live on the gulf of Mexico in Florida.  I will wake up only moments from the beach and like Ashley kept telling me: it will be impossible to feel upset.  “I can’t be angry.” she would say  “I have 4 palm trees in my front yard.”  Do you know how cool that is?  I don’t get that sense of peace from 50 pine trees or a block of cement sky scrapers.  I felt so calm and alive.  I felt like I was supposed to be there, and that’s why it was so hard to leave.

Like my bag of shells, my heart just shattered when it was time to go.

I can’t just pick up my life and go there though.  I am not a millionaire and that would not be my second house.  I have to work so hard to just afford rent there and all I would qualify for right now is a floor level retail position -not enough to live on.  I feel like the best chance I have of getting there is paying my dues and going to FIT for 2 years.  I was accepted last week into the Advertising Marketing Communications program there and after talking to my admissions counselor, I was switched into Fashion Merchandising.

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Theres really no reason why I should refuse the offer to go.  FIT is recognized world wide, and the opportunity is incredible.  I can’t blame money, because it’s a state school and I get instate tuition.  I can’t say it’s not good enough, because there isn’t better.  I need to take the risk, and I need to go, because I know how many doors it can open.

I can go to Florida after I am certified, if I feel the same strong pull to be there.  Until then, I’ll visit as frequently as I can and conquer Manhattan.  After all like the Frank Sinatra song New York New York:

If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere.

I’ll grow until then so that Florida is not only ready for me, but I am ready for it.  In 2 years I will be able to sit at a high end restaurant with a glass of wine both legally and affordably.  I will have lived on my own and faced the benefits and trade offs.  I will have earned Florida and Florida will have earned me.  I feel like I will be more respected and successful, because I will have more experience.  It seems that this vacation and the people I met helped me to see that if I expect to ever have this for more than 5 days then I need to go to school.

Realizing where I want to be in two years may not seem like a huge deal to some of my readers, but I lost motivation and determination when I couldn’t figure out what I wanted any more.  In just the past year of posts I can see all of these different places I thought I wanted to be or all the routes I was okay with taking.  I stayed pretty much in my comfort zone consistently  because I assumed that’s how I would get the results I desired… but so far I haven’t.  Therefore I think it’s time to take a risk.

Going to Florida this year, would be an easy decision to make.  Saying that I would just enroll in Business Administration at Florida State University -Panama City would be the simple way of getting what I think I want.. but I compromised my major once before when I thought I knew what I wanted and then I had to make one painful decision to turn it all around.  Instead, this time I’m going to get it all and it’s just going to take some time to get there.

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At this point, I believe I will be in my first day of classes at FIT on August 26th.  I will have been stressing out the night before about what to wear, instead of stressing out about what I’m doing with my life.  I will be taking my days one and a time, because instead of just jumping ideas constantly: I now have a goal.

No decision I ever make tends to be easy.  I learned that a while ago.  I really like this one though, even if it scares me shitless.  This decision reinforces why I needed to leave Canisius.  Talking to my admissions counselor at FIT, she told me if I hadn’t left I would be entering the Associate’s Degree program.  By going to FIT, I know I made the right choice.

Until I end up in Manhattan in August, I’ll be sleeping in a bunk bed in my parents house and working at the outlet mall, like I am right now: doing what an 18 year old is supposed to do.  I don’t love the fact that it’s 42 degrees outside and considered a heat wave because this is upstate New York, but I can deal with it for a few more years in order to see shorts in February later on.

I’m still waiting to hear from Coach about the summer internship, but where I end up with for the summer doesn’t really impact where I’ll be in 2 years.  So whatever happens, is supposed to.

Allison

Ps:  Did you know Nina Garcia, Calvin Klein, Michael Kors, and Nannette Lapore went to FIT?

Pink money.


Mmm. 🙂

Good afternoon bloggers and blogettes, I’m eating lunch as we “speak”. Today has been hardly as eventful as yesterday, but that’s okay! These white cheese and garlic noodles are perfectly non-eventful and delicious. It looks similar to what is shown below, but don’t expect too much.. I am the girl that messed up easy mac.

Anyways, I’m wearing a pink dress I purchased in Atlanta, with a black and white polka dotted floral belt, black ruche sleeved cardigan and sequin flats.

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Haha :). Anyways, I was told by the lady at Fastrac this morning I looked snazzy.. so hopefully thats a good thing! And there was a semi-cute guy at the college that said he liked my dress, so maybe it was a good purchase. I like it.

Sadly, there’s not much on the agenda today, which is completely out of the ordinary. I have no where to show off my dress, I might actually exchange it for athletic shorts and walk on the trail by the canal to burn off some of those noodles. My hours after this week at KMart have been severely cut so I can’t even waste my time online shopping. I have like 100 dollars to my name, and I’m supposed to get used to under 300 for the next 2 weeks? And go to the outlets? And go to the Carousel mall?

That’s a joke.

I supposed I should fill out more scholarships..

For college, not shopping. It’s so hard to get scholarships in fashion for merchandising and now design.

It’s so boring and feels like it’s really for nothing because I’ve heard nothing back.. but if I want these insanely expensive schools I need to try something.  I wish I could raise money showing tours of my wardrobe. It would be a total win-win situation.

How am I expected to save money to have functional and fashionable wardrobe, while saving for college and a vespa?

These summer jobs are going to come in handy, but I can’t even win the lottery because I’m 17…

I need to start planning fun stuff for the summer. Since I’ve done Boston and Atlanta, I really don’t have any big plans. Maybe a concert?

I WANT TO GO TO MALL OF AMERICA.

Always have wanted to.. but something tells me I won’t be getting there via vespa. And even if it gets fabulous gas mileage, I’d spend all of my money getting there instead of living it up when I am there.

If anyone has a spare thousand dollars they’re just looking to get rid of? Let me know.

I can surely take it off your hands.

Xoxo,

Allison