Hey WordPress. A social media mogul acquaintance of mine told me that this was the place to go for blogging, so I’ve moved my travel blog here.
I’m funny. And at this point in the Rest Of My Life, I have a lot of free time, so you should definitely read this blog at least every day and tell your friends.
I’m at work right now, so I don’t really have time to draw a picture, color it on Illustrator, and upload it to make this post more visually appealing, but don’t worry: I promise this blog will keep your eyes dancing and your mind whirling. …..or at the least, you’ll be bemused.
Long intro short, this blog is my way of coping with the anxiousness of going from having 14-16 hours each day full of work, classes, homework and socializing to working 7 hours a day and realizing how very empty your apartment is when you live alone.
I’m using this blog to document my journey to my Next Big Goal: To travel, write and take pictures. Ha, journey to travel. Writing just don’t get better than this.
And if you want to visit my old home, click <A HREF=”http://www.postagestamprequired.blogspot.com“>here</A>
P.S. How the french toast can I get that ^ to just show the “here” and not the coding?
There are two main goals that I have for my life. One is, of course, to travel, write and take pictures overseas and the other is to be a cougar.
I mean, seriously. I can’t be gettin tied down while I’m on my adventures, and since men don’t mature, I might as well get one [see: or several] in the prime of life and with something to prove, amirite [see: AIMspeak: “am I right”]?
Today I researched travel grants during the downtime at work, and I promised myself that tomorrow I would actually stay on task at work, not unlike the way I promised myself yesterday that I would stay on task today.
But I had to do something, y’all. Don’t get me wrong: my job is cool. It will look good on a resume, it pays the bills (even if I don’t get benefits *sigh) and it’s pretty chill. My boss and the people I work with are awesome.
But it’s driving me crazy. I just need more to do. What can I say, I’m a product of my era and that means I’m in need of constant engagement.
Rambling aside though, oh em gee…the grant thing is overwhelming to me. I would love to get a grant, but for one there don’t really seem to be any grants out there to be used for my needs of paying my bills and eating out a lot while overseas. Another thing about grants is that they seem really competetive, and I’ve never won anything. I mean, I never apply for anything, but that just contributes to me never winning, which stops me from applying. It makes sense in my head and moves me to inaction (try to make that one make sense).
But I am starting to become obsessed with going overseas, which is exactly how I want it.
I had lunch with a mentor today, and we were talking about a friend of hers who has this awesome dream job and her eyes just sort of glazed over and she said, “I wonder when I stopped following my dreams. I was doing good for a while, but then…” and trailed off, and picked back up with how she might never have met her soon-to-be-husband if she hadn’t taken the path she did.
And I’m not judging her life or her choices, because all I ever want for anyone I care about is for them to be happy with their lives, but at the same time I couldn’t help but to think that if I had to choose between meeting my husband and going overseas…
…I’d be a cougar on the other side of the world, and he’d be posting a Missed Connection on Craig’s List.
I signed up for this blog 10 minutes ago because if I don’t do something that makes me feel like I’m getting closer to my dreams of traveling, writing and taking pictures, I will scream, cry and go to work tomorrow a broken woman.
I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to make this blog all happy-go-lucky so that people will want to read it, but I have a B.A., not a B.S. (how’s that for college humor?), and I don’t know how to write what I don’t feel.
My name is Bryoney, and I am a 23-year-old black female living somewhere in the United States. (As I am pretty sure I’m the only 23-year-old black female living in the United States named Bryoney, I’m pretty sure I just gave anyone who’s adroit with Google searches my address and social security number, but my credit’s shot from student loans and credit cards–you don’t want my identity).
I just graduated college with a B.A. in English this month, and I am freaking out. I just did the thing I spent my whole life trying to do, and now I’ve got to do something else.
I am going to be living overseas by this time next year, but I’ve gotta figure out how to get there.
I was born in the projects [see: government housing projects for people on government aid] to a 19-year-old mother and 20-year-old father. They stayed married juuuust long enough to have my brother before my mother took us and went to live with her sister and her sister’s lesbian lover [see: “We sleep in the same bed because we’re just really close friends”] [see also: I actually bought that all the way up until I was 10 and said some anti-gay remark and was told by my other aunt that I had a gay relative].
Long story short, I defied the odds and graduated college with no kids and pretty good grades. Not too shabby for a black girl raised by a single mom. But I’m greedy. I want to exchange my ticket aboard the gravy train [see: the other name for degrees] for a plane ticket and fly around the world.
I have no idea how to do this.
And this is what makes my travel blog so cool.
Maybe you don’t want to know what makes this blog so different from the zillions of other travel blogs out there, but I’m the type of person who’s different on purpose so I’ve got to know. My travel blog is different because I don’t even have a passport yet. I haven’t taken the GREs, I haven’t subscribed to “The Happy Traveler” or whatever journal you’re supposed to sign up for and I’m not sure which are the reputable online TESOL certification sites. Yet.
Read my blog because this is truly me at the beginning the second part of my life. This is like day16 of the Rest Of My Life, so come along for the ride. And please: comment! Post tips! If you know something I don’t (which I’m sure is very, very likely) let me know, man.