Maine Event

Just this past weekend I went to Maine to visit one of my oldest friends. She and I met in middle school and were inseparable from the start. She was more than a friend, but a sister to me and I looked to her family as my own. When her and her husband got married, they decided to spend their honeymoon in Maine. After that trip they were determined to move there. We all thought they were crazy to leave their life in Texas behind and take a leap of faith to move to the freezing North with no job and no place to live. After this weekend I can see why they fell in love with their new home. If you have never been to Maine, it is absolutely breathtaking. It feels old world, as though it has yet to be discovered. Coming from the city and going to a State full of nothing but small towns it felt liberating. Everything and everyone moved at their own pace with no worry in the world. 

I felt relaxed, calm, and at peace.

 

Like any friendship with time and distance, phone calls and conversations become scarce. But the thing I love about us and about certain friends is that no matter how long you go without talking, the moment you do it feels like you never stopped, you can pick up where you left off. The last time she and I saw each other was almost 2 years ago, but once I arrived in Maine it seemed as if it were yesterday. There are only a handful of friends that I could feel like that with, and she is one of them. To me those are the friendships that will last a lifetime. That was my first trip to Maine, but it certainly won't be my last.

Birthday Shannanagins :)

A couple of weekends ago I got to celebrate my quarter life crisis with the most amazing girl in the world, my best friend. I know most people have mid-life crisis, I am almost certain I am having a quarter life crisis. I mean who would just leave a job, move half way across the country, decide to have a change in career and go back to school without having some sort of life crisis, right?!.......now to top it all off I should get a boob job and a really expensive car......OK just kidding about the plastic surgery and the car, but seriously...... 

Now back to my best friend, ever since we have known each other, we celebrated our birthdays together. When I left Texas to move to Florida, every year on "our" birthday it felt as though there was some sort of void that couldn't be filled, no matter how many glasses or bottles of wine I had. Now that I am back in the good ole state of Texas it was only fitting that we had a celebratory weekend full of festivities. I don't know about y'all, but I LOVE College Football, especially my Longhorns....I look forward to this time of year all year long.....when I found out that UT had their opening game on my birthday, it was fate! I felt like a kid on Christmas.....I couldn't sleep the night before, I was too excited. Of course we had to spend the day immersed in everything UT Football!

 After having a very long day of drinking and driving {full disclosure, that did not happen at the same time and we had a DD--my wonderful hubby} all over the city to find a place to watch the game, and the lack of food and mustaches, we survived! The next day was dedicated to shopping, concerts, and wineries (of course more alcohol)....but I guess we thought we could party like we did in College, my body tends to disagree....

It is in moments like this that I know I made the right decision to move back to Texas. There are days where I question my decision, but after having this amazing weekend I know in my heart this is why I moved home. I wanted to be closer to family, and though we are not related by blood, she is still my family and I am so happy to be home.

Fork in the Road...Left? or Right?

So today I decided that I was going to apply to the Art Institute of Austin and pursue my life long dream of being an Interior Designer...........oh boy back to school!

Why Interior Design? Why now? When I was a little girl, my mother allowed me, an eight-year-old, to have full reign in decorating my own room, and I’m not talking about just picking out bedding and curtains. But from the color of the walls, to the wallpaper trim, and finally to the color and texture of the carpet, my creative options were endless. From that point on I was hooked and wanted to decorate every room I could get my hands on. Unfortunately, my mom didn’t let me decorate the whole house, but I owe it to her for having faith in an eight-year-old girl and allowing me to express my artistic abilities. When it came time to get ready for college I had no doubt in my mind that Interior Design was the degree I was going after. Regrettably, as hard as I tried to make that happen at the University of Texas at Austin, it was still out of reach. I did what any college student would do, I decided to settle on getting a B.A. in Government so that I could graduate and start my life in the corporate world. Luckily, a few years later I have the opportunity to change my career path and potentially do something I love. Sure, I could just get back out in the corporate world with any job out there, but my passion lies within Interior Design and I want to do something I love. 

These are the words I had to express in my application essay....they asked me to write a complete essay on why I have chosen this career path, what I think will make me successful as a college student and as a professional...and they expected for me to keep it at approximately 150 words......HA! I don't even know what 150 word essay looks like! I guess that is something that has always been a weakness of mine. I can go on and on and on about anything (chatty Cathy over here), but to keep it simple sweet and to the point is something I can't seem to accomplish....

 

My Silhouette

You know those nights where you lay in bed wide awake just wishing your brain would stop running a million miles a second and you think to yourself, 'Tahnee if you could just focus on breathing maybe you can get some sleep..inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale, find your inner chi woman'. Yep that was me last night! In the midst of my sleep deprivation and the million ideas I had flooding my mind (one of them being to write a novel) I decided that it was about time (and more logical) to start a blog. So at 4:00am I rolled out of bed and begin my journey of blogging, I had no idea what I was getting myself into! I wasn't sure what I was going to "blog" about much less how to design one. And then comes the problem of naming yourself, oh boy!. Before you know it, its 5 hours later and I am just now starting write. Since I am new to this I think its best to start with the basics and get to know one another, like a first date :)......so here it goes.......

My name is Tahnee, I am married to my wonderful hubby, David, who is my rock, my soul-mate, and my best friend.  Our story is that of a real fairytale, he is my Prince Charming!..literally castle and all ;)... David and I met when I decided to take an internship at Walt Disney World and move halfway across country. It was a dream job that I always wanted, but never really knew I could have until the opportunity fell on my lap. When we met I wouldn't say it was love at first sight, according to him it was, but I think we got some wires crossed and he had a funny way of showing it. I tried every way possible to avoid him and his rude remarks and gestures, obviously I was not successful, but for that I am thankful! Once we were on the same page, it was instantaneous and I didn't know how I could ever live without him, the only problem was that I had to go back to Texas after my internship so that I could finish College. Long distance to me wasn't an option, but he somehow convinced me that it would work...and lookey there he was right! (probably the only time he will be, hehe jk) After many years of flying back and forth and late night phone calls, I move to Florida to continue my career with the Mouse and be with the love of my life.

 Fast forward to today, we have only been married 2 years now come November, but time sure does seem to fly by! I am a newly housewife who decided, and convinced my hubby, to up and leave a fortune 500 company with a really great job to move back home to Texas (crazy, right? yeah I am beginning to think that myself). All my life I had these dreams of moving to a big city, working for a major corporation, and slowly taking over the World one job at a time. I was well on my way to becoming King, I mean Queen of the World, well sort of...I believe I would have gotten there one day. Then out of nowhere on one of those sleepless nights like I told you about before, I decided that it was imperative that my hubby and I move back to Texas to be closer to our Family. I told him that 'Family is the most important aspect of life and if we were going to start one of our own then we needed the support and love of ours. ' It was hard for us both to leave the only job that we ever really knew to move to a town where we weren't sure what to do. Luckily David found a job and is able to support the two of us while I figure out my life. But see, here is my problem...now that I am sitting at home I have been contemplating changing my career and going back to school for something that I love (which would include more debt), or should I just get back out in the corporate world and make that money honey?!? Oh the decisions of an adult...again, who said growing up was fun, and why were we in such a hurry to do so? It is with these questions that I will leave for now....