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Pretty in Pink

1. I am never going to find a place I want to live. I always get so excited and then I get off of the highway and look around and start shaking and crying. It isn’t so much the apartments I see, it’s the areas. Everything seems so dirty and lonely. And then I think about all the people who will probably never come visit 🙁

2. I saw a truck fall over on the highway today. I was looking at it as it was driving on the curved road that merged onto the highway. All of a sudden it just tipped and completely fell over. It was rather surreal because it just kind of happened. I was very happy because I have never seen a road accident before.

3. So I was out and about and wanted to find ski pants for a ski trip in a few weeks. I went to REI and found a really cute ski coat that was lavender with sparkly polkadots and a grey furry collar! It cost $270. I then went to Dick’s and found powder pink ski pants with rhinestones! Those cost $230. On the way home I went to Sports Authority and actually bought a cute pair of pink ski pants and a matching ski jacket that is brown with pink piping that was not only way way way cheaper to begin with, was also on clearance! So I would be pretty and pink on the ski slopes…if I was going. When I got home I was told that unlike what I was told earlier (when I said the other day that I couldn’t take off of work I was told they were just going over the weekend) they were actually leaving earlier on the Friday, so I can’t go.

🙁 I’ll just sit all alone in my room in my pretty pink pants 🙁

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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