Two years ago I graduated from college. One year ago I unintentionally moved to Los Angeles. One month ago I finally made the step into the highly awaited realm of adulthood. When I say highly awaited, I’m. Not. Kidding.
I’ve been imagining living on my own for years- scouring magazines for inspiration, collecting tear pages of how i would decorate my pied e terre in Boston, plotting to steal my parents perfectly aged brass bed from England as a finishing touch to my renovated craftsman condo in Atlanta! And oh how many times did I daydream of the fabulous flea market finds I would use to outfit my brick-walled loft in Austin…decorating aside, I’ve been this just…(sigh) party waiting to happen – if you will. Living day by day knowing that as soon as I could stand on my own two feet – oh man – everything else would just fall into place.
So we fast forward to now. Suddenly I’m in LA, eyes wide, fingers trembling with anxiousness and my heart pulsating with sheer excitement. I have arrived.
After a lot of urging, nudging, and not-so-subtle hints to start a blog, here it is : cereal and wine – the one of a kind adventures, unexpected blessings, triumphs and mishaps of a young lady who is in heaven with a bowl of $5 cereal for dinner yet calls her mom just to brag about the $3 wine she had for dessert…