Party’s Over

I don’t know how many of my readers have had the privilege of meeting my parents, but if you know Pete and Dina at all, you’re probably aware that my teenage years were pretty chill.

An accurate representation of my mom:

Ok, it wasn’t that bad– but my parents did allow me to engage in some underage drinking once we had established some ground rules and trust. Basically, as long as I told my parents where I was going, when I’d be home, and promise that I wouldn’t get in a car with someone shitfaced or make a complete ass out of myself, I was good to go. Since I was kind of weird and had a limited social circle in high school this didn’t happen super often, but when it did, I found that open and honest communication usually secured my golden ticket to party.

Please note that my parents weren’t exactly thrilled about this situation, but they were not oblivious to the realities of high school life. Don’t think that for a second they held back when it came to making fun of me when I threw up on my own bed after trying Captain Morgan for the first time. My dad was also a big fan of adding on extra outdoor chores when he knew I had a hangover.

One piece of advice that I’ve carried with me throughout my young adult life was something that my mom told me before I went to my first shitty house party.

“Just don’t be the last one left at the party,” my mom warned me. “No one ever wants to be the drunk girl that’s lingering around way too long. Know when to call it a night.”

Granted, this is basically the equivalent to the “nothing good happens after midnight” mentality, but I hadn’t heard that quote yet, so I spent many years thinking my mom was a genius. While I applied her insight to high school and college shindigs (I do not have an 100% success rate in this arena, I’ll admit), I started using it as somewhat of a mantra as I navigated the muddy waters of life as well.

It’s important to know when to wrap things up, when to close the book. Relationships, jobs, projects, what have you- they all have an expiration date, and it’s important to know when to be done. More so, when to end it on a high note, if you can. Dragging out an already so-so night/relationship isn’t going to make anyone happy.

It’s kind of like that one football player who kept “retiring” and then would be playing again a few months later and ended up sending pictures of his penis to everyone. Super similar.

The point is, I’ve decided to stop writing for this blog. It’s been over 4 years, over 100 posts, more than 1,000 followers, and countless amount of lessons learned. I started this little site to a. get over a breakup, and b. ensure that I would always be writing.

Now that said ex is engaged and a homeowner, and I’m about to dive headfirst into my career as a creative writing MFA student, I think its safe to say that the party has hit it’s peak.

I’m so proud of what I’ve made, and who I’ve become thanks to this blog. I’ve met fans, and I’ve had a few haters, and I’ve grown in ways that I never ever thought possible…all because I stayed true to myself. There are stories in here that are funny, that are sad, that are cruel, that have helped me heal…and they are all small little pieces of me. The fact that some of you have been able to see yourselves in my writing, and maybe even heal a bit too, is above and beyond anything I could ever ask for.

I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has supported me, followed this blog, enjoyed it, and encouraged me to never stop writing. Trust me, I never will. I want to spend the next 2 years of my life focusing on being a sponge in the creative writing world, and hopefully one day making something that we’ll see on a bookshelf.

And a quick message to the people who didn’t like some of my blogs and felt the need to trash me and my work: I don’t care, you’re lucky I didn’t go harder on you, and you’re stupid.

I will maintain this domain for as long as I’m able, so these words will always be available to anyone who needs them.

That’s it folks, the party’s come to an end! Thank you, thank you, thank you x a million.<3


7 thoughts on “Party’s Over

  1. Selfishly, this makes me sad. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the posts I’ve had a chance to read over the years and I’m proud of you, Old Roomie ;). Good luck in Chicago and I genuinely hope to cross paths sooner than later.

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