So the story begins...
I'll give you a little bit of background of myself. I was living a very normal happy life, well, as normal as it can be. I had a cozy little job as a slave legal assistant for about 3 years. What is there not to love about that? You get to take the train into the city every day surrounded by the other pleasant people that love their jobs, their lives and seem to enjoy the commute just as much as I did.
If you've never commuted full time using public transportation, let me spare you the details and sum it up in one word: horrendous.
There was a few things I did like about my job, I did love the people I worked with and luckily had great bosses, but I knew I was better than what I was doing. My brain was shriveling by the second, I even did crossword puzzles daily to keep my mind stimulated (only the ones at the end of People magazine, I still have no idea how anyone can finish a crossword puzzle). My ass was slowly growing into one of those dreadful secretary spreads and the day in and day out of the 9-5, non-creative job was starting to get to me. What can I do though, quit my job in the middle of a recession? I don't think so.
Then in January I was laid off. I immediately called my boyfriend hysterical, I was more upset about the fact that I was eyeing a beautiful new pair of boots that I now knew I couldn't get. He came and picked me up and we knew I had enough experience and would be able to find a job soon. The problem was, I didn't want to go back to the corporate world, the thought of the train again made my stomach do flips..but here I am, 31 years old, what in the world am I going to do with my life?
I've always had a little obsession with interior decorating and design. I think it resorts back to my childhood - we moved about 300 times by the time I got to high school. Why does everything always stem from your crazy childhood??
But thats a different blog, for a different day.
Even as an adult, I have moved several times and each time starts with a little meltdown I have trying to unpack the boxes, it's normal to want everything unpacked (and organized in its proper bins), along with things hung up on the walls, and curtains up the first day, right? My boyfriend and I have moved twice, and let's just say it's not pretty. Thank God I found out my brother is the same way which confirms its definitely from our childhood. (Sorry Mom and Dad - I still love you.)
And so it begins..I signed myself up for the Interior Design Certificate program at the Boston Architectural College. Its a 2 year program and I will come out a world renowned designer, don't forget the name Eileen Devine, I promise you I will be famous one day. I decided to write this blog since my boyfriend along with all of my friends are probably sick of listening to me vent about school, classes, and homework, this is my therapy, welcome to my journey for the next 2 years.