Believe it or not, I was bit by another dog.

by Jennifer

That time I went to California.

Was chased by multiple dogs that escaped from under their fences in Bakersfield, Visalia, and Burbank,

But was bit by one

On a leash

Walked by a fit looking blonde woman wearing stylish athletic gear

Walking her dogs

On ritzy Entrada Road

In Topanga Canyon.

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Post-millennial Midlife Crisis & Visiting Old College Friends in Pasadena

by Jennifer

It’s kind of a special thing to be able to examine our 20s. Meg Jay, a clinical psychologist who specializes in studying people in their 20s, noted in a TED Talk that:
“80 percent of life’s most defining moments take place by age 35…
The first 10 years of a career has an exponential impact on how much money you’re going to earn…
More than half of Americans are married or are living with or dating their future partner by 30.
The brain caps off its second and last growth spurt in your 20s as it rewires itself for adulthood, which means that whatever it is you want to change about yourself, now is the time to change it.
Personality changes more during your 20s than at any other time in life
Female fertility peaks at age 28, and things get tricky after age 35
So your 20s are the time to educate yourself about your body and your options….”

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Readjusting to Life – Not Living in A Van & A Raw Till 4 Snack

by Jennifer

Sometimes in life it is the simple things that count.

Like being able to relax on a couch.

With a hot cup of coffee and fresh produce throughout the day, prepared in a tiny, albeit working, kitchen.

Simple pleasures in Topanga include fresh produce chopped up and a cup of coffee.
Splurging on a cruelty-free, natural, non-GMO, sulfate free, oil free sunscreen from Derma E

Unrestricted to a 7′ by 2′ footprint of a camper van.

I quit the 10 Billion Tour job (I’ll explain later) and am staying with my parents and friends for a couple weeks before heading out to Vegas, and then Thailand for a few weeks.

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Crazy Viola Davis’ Oscar Speech

by Jennifer

Did anyone else think Viola Davis’ Oscar speech was bananas?

Thank you to the Academy. You know, there’s one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered. One place and that’s the graveyard. People ask me all the time, what kind of stories do you want to tell, Viola? And I say, exhume those bodies. Exhume those stories.”

Viola Davis – Oscar Speech was crazy.

In its full context, it makes more sense, and is pretty respectable, but woah, what a start to a speech.

 

I was skeptical of Van Life, but…

by Jennifer

Other girls post makeup videos.

I post attempting to wash my face while living in a van videos.

Applying lipstick in the closest bathroom I can find.
Applying lipstick in the closest bathroom I can find.
I warn mothers and fathers to lock up their children’s IG accounts because they ikely don’t want them to see me and become inspired to:

@ age 31
With an a Ivy League degree
And an amazing husband 3000 miles away, back home
While many are in an office on a Monday, I’m sitting in a Mercedes repair shop waiting for the van to get its fluids refreshed.
While many are in an office on a Monday, I’m sitting in a Mercedes repair shop waiting for the van to get its fluids refreshed.
Uproot their lives to:

Live in a van
Wash up in the mornings in a Park and Ride Bathroom.
Preach animal rights and veganism
Roam the streets on early morning jogs
But…

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Success versus Failure @ Age 31

by Jennifer

Meaning often comes in taking risks, breaking the mold of what people want us to believe is success.

While I do see the value in having enough saved to protect oneself against health ailments and other life obstacles, I think meaning is about helping others.

It’s about thinking how you can make your mark on this world.

How can you not fall victim to roteness? To not being aware that you are living life?

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Sleeping next to Bob Hope Airport and Building a Friendship on Tourย 

by Jennifer
Burbank Airport van camping

Do you have an early morning flight and want to sleep near the Bob Hope International Airport?

Are you a high roller with a Planet Fitness Black card ($20/month) like me?

Planet Fitness Burbank

Well, then you can park your vehicle outside the Planet Fitness next to this airport and have full access to a wide range of their services:

Bathrooms with running water
Hot showers
Massage chairs and beds
Wifi
Full gym (of course)
And a large grocery store and a laundromat just steps away
Why that’s cheaper than a hotel!

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Post Breakup Planningย 

by Jennifer

There are times, like pre-dawn when I run past Burbank Airport, which we slept at the edge at last night, when my eyes feel heavy and for a glimpse I feel the loneliness, post breakup, that makes you want to die. 

The feeling shakes quickly. Just drops from your head as you step into the glow of a streetlight. Grief is absurd. There’s too much to do, and I’ve learned from past breakups that the pain is self-inflicted. We become so disappointed in the person we thought was supposed to be there for us. Too much reliance – other people may call this trust – that when someone unreasonably attacks you that they’ll have your back. I can take care of myself, and found this much more effective yesterday.

You fill with thoughts that you’ll never find a partner again. But I’ve thought that before after breakups and been proven wrong.

My greater concern lately lies in what I’ll do when my tour ends. I don’t think I want to work Warped Tour with F.A.R.M. I have no desire to live in the Bnb or condo, as I don’t care to be responsible for rent. I’m lucky that I have some family and friends I can stay with until I land my next job. 
I’m going to use my freedom to either travel on site to work in a disaster relief program or some other live-on-site nonprofit. If something opens for All Hands, I’ll do that, and for times when I’m in between sites I am thinking to move in with my Grandma in rural Pennsylvania to take care of her, as she has been living alone in the same two story townhouse much of her life and is less able each year to function there. 
I’ve heard from my aunt and father, that have tried to live with her, that she is challengitaking share a house with. She is fastidious and speaks in a shrill voice that must sting when laced with directives of things she wants done, in just the right way. 
However she may act when I live with her, I will stick it out as long as I can as she is the relative that came rescued my brother and me from neglectful foster care parentshand raised us for a year. 

We had been living like feral children in the Blair Mill Apartments. At ages 6 and 8, my brother and me roamed the complex with no sense of time or place. We went where we wanted and came home when we were hungry. We played outside till all the other kids were called home and wandered in and out of homes of people my mother never met. The things we saw I’ll save for another post, but I think I was lucky to have been an ugly, awkward child.
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Living with my Grandma was tough. We didn’t like it. She was strict. It was only after we left that I understood she had performed a rescue.
She taught us boundaries like curfew and bedtimes. She took us to the library a couple times a week and respected the time I wanted alone in my room to read. Husky porkpie me slimmed down and discovered that I was pretty good at running long distance and playing street hockey. Students at my old school struggled to recognize me when I returned to my old elementary school the next year. When she and my 5th gradmy teacher saw me sailing through class, she had my IQ tested and placed me in a gifted program. 
The concept of “confidence” was new to us, as my brother and I were aberrants in a white community and shabbily dressed in my cousin’s hand-me-downs that we wore through till they were threadbare and the elastic had worn out. I remember feeling shame every time I put on my magenta pink bathing suit. It had a cute green seahorse embroidered on the belly, but was littered with holes I would push my fingers through when shyly waiting to enter the water so that no one would stare at the way I was dressed.
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I’ve run out of time to write this morning, but generally I’ll use this opportunity of moving solo to accomplish things I’d be too tied down to complete if I were in a relationship.
I’m only 31, and there’s no shame in dying alone if I’ve lived a life I’m proud of.