Earlier this week, I received an email from a reader who, like me, works from home and is about to relocate to a new city–something I did over 5 years ago. I was never great at making friends and didn’t put much into maintaining relationships, but that’s changed a lot …

JavaScript is currently disabled in this browser. Reactivate it to view this content. Whenever one year ends and another begins, I can’t help but think about how much things have changed the past year (and several years). And is it just me or does each year seem to fly by …

Tomorrow marks 5 years in Chicago. That’s half a decade. The first few months after my move from Los Angeles, I’d wake up every morning, look at Buddy, and then out the window, and was sort of in awe/shock that I lived here. I’d have these random “I can’t believe I …

I’ve always wanted to be a part of one of those really close families. You know the ones I’m talking about. Think It’s Complicated, Father of the Bride, or While You Were Sleeping. Parenthood. Gilmore Girls. Modern Family. Not perfect. Just (mostly) happy and very close to one another. Unfortunately, I …

Well, I’m 32. And as ordinary as today was, it was one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had. Simple, relaxing, and perfect. I woke up to a flower delivery from my mom (thanks mom) and received lots of texts, calls, and messages via social media (because that’s a thing, …

When I find something I love, I dive right in and never look back. I’m sure that on some level, you can all relate, whether with a hobby, job, relationship, or workout routine. But I didn’t do it with just one thing. I went from living at my mom’s house …

A few months ago, I made the decision to disconnect from Facebook. I deleted the app from my cell phone and went from constantly updating my status and checking in (mostly at CrossFit and when I was out with friends) to never checking in and sharing the occasional status update.

First, I wrote about my journey to Chicago. Time passed by rather quickly, and before I knew it, I was writing about my first year in Chicago. And then my second. And now, another year and come and gone, marking three years in Chicago. Three. Years. There are still days …

It’s my first Christmas alone in ten years. I was in a relationship from 19-28, and we broke up when I moved to Chicago almost two and a half years ago. After a few months apart, we decided to get back together and spent the last two Christmases in Chicago.

On her 13th birthday, Jenna Rink wished to be “30, flirty, and thriving” and here I am on my 30th birthday, determined to make the next ten years the best years of my life. Every challenge, mistake, and lesson learned in my 20s has made me the person that I …

I have debated posting this, but I want to be honest and authentic with you. After working at least 6 days a week for over half of a year, The Everygirl is live and I couldn’t be happier or more exhausted. The reality of running a graphic design studio, booking …

After pouring six months of my life into The Everygirl, the day has finally come. The Everygirl is live. I have enjoyed every single moment that Alaina and I have spent working together and look forward to seeing where things go in the months to come. The thought that this …

I arrived in Chicago two years ago today. While I was not ready to commit to a permanent move, a sublease felt like something I could handle. I met some nice people, was thrilled when I made it to Trader Joe’s without getting lost and did lots of soul searching.

A new friend recently told me that instead of worrying I should focus on gratitude. Why is it that it is always easier to focus on what’s missing rather than what you have? Let me preface this post by telling you that I absolutely love Chicago & the friends that …

I moved to Chicago exactly four weeks ago. Sometimes it feels like I just got here but most of the time it feels like I’ve always been here. I am not the same girl I was back in LA, so I guess the girl I am today has always been …

I have the past 8 months documented on my blog, but the story of how I made it to Chicago is a good one. One that I never want to forget. One for the books. Or in this case, the blog. It was 8 months ago today that I got …

It is almost 3:oo am but I felt like I had to sit down and write. I know how to spell and try to compose sentences that make sense, but I cannot promise anything right now. Moving halfway across country by yourself to a new city where you don’t know …