30 more years

I just read in the newest edition of Glamour that women suffer from the “U” syndrome. This means that our happiness slowly dips in our 20s and continues to plummet through our 40s (making up the bottom curve of a “U”) and then hits an upswing in your 50s. This scared the shit out of me. As someone who has struggled with finding constant happiness and consistently answers “happy” to the question, what do you want to be when you grow up?, I don’t think waiting another 30 years for happiness is going to work for me.

I get it though. Happiness is so fucking hard. Today was a perfect example of that. I was having a good Monday. My coffee was sweet enough, I was wearing a cute outfit, and had a gift from a thoughtful co-worker waiting in front of my office door when I walked into work. That all changed though after my boss made a snide comment to me in our weekly staff meeting. Most people can shrug off the negativity, but I can’t. One of my biggest flaws is my sensitivity. Her comment made me so worked up that another co-worker asked me if I was ok; I was that physically distraught because someone said something mean to me. And this is why I know I too am a sufferer of the aforementioned “U” syndrome. Because I can be having a great day and encounter one shitty little thing and BOOM, day ruined and happiness depleted to 0%. And then I go to bed and hope that tomorrow will be different. But it never is. Because people are shitty. And life puts you in shitty situations constantly. So, how does one uber sensitive person get over that? How can I not let it affect my life? How can I prevent it from keeping happiness a distant dream for another few decades?

I hate that there are so many sucky people. I hate that I have probably been said sucky person on countless occasions. And I hate that one of my greatest strengths (caring so very much) is also one of my biggest downfalls. The world would be a much better place if we all cared a bit too much, if we all wore our hearts on our sleeves, if we remembered that souls are delicate things, but the chances of everyone becoming hyper-aware to other’s emotions is slim to none. So I am seriously at a loss,

In a world full of crummy situations and rude human beings, how does one sensitive soul find utter happiness in everyday life?






Sam I Am

Just because I don’t have abs or have never been out of the country or have had one serious boyfriend or am not in a fancy apartment or am some speaker of 6 languages doesn’t mean that I am not enough.

Ever since moving to Chicago, a place that is more diverse than any place I ever lived in before, I have felt like maybe all those times someone told me I was special were a lie. That I was a big fish in a tiny pond. Fuck that. That is not fair to the places I have lived, and it surely isn’t fair to me.

I have gone on a few Tinder dates (because I seriously do not think relationships happen organically anymore) and I have encountered men who make me feel like I am losing the life race. After talking about my friends on a date, one man had the balls to tell me that I was “losing” because I wasn’t engaged and my life must be sad being the third wheel to my girlfriends.

Yeah, it does suck sometime, but I would rather be ALONE than with an asshole like that. I get so caught up in how my life is supposed to be based on comparisons to the lives of others. But their path isn’t my path. I am still figuring out my life, and I am tired of feeling like I am behind because I am not doing what everyone else is doing. Yes, I have no clue what my life holds and I get scared and sad, but that should never make me feel unworthy. Because I am not. And neither is anyone else.

Life is hard enough as is, so why should I make it harder by shitting all over myself? I am saying a huge “screw you” to anyone who tries to make me feel lesser. I am who I am and that isn’t going to change, nor should it.




bye 2015

I am supposed to be finishing my graduate school app right now, but instead I am re-living parts of my life through the selection of certain songs because I am Hannah, and no matter how old I get, I will always be a Grade A procrastinator.

Isn’t it amazing how many memories can come flooding back to you with the play of one 3 minute song. How we can suddenly relive very vivid memories by listening to a simple chorus? It’s magical and raw and wonderful.

In some ways I want to do everything I can to relive 2015 and in some ways I want to erase it from my memory. The whole “every action garners an equal and opposite reaction” thing rang true this year. I graduated college! I got a job that was perfect for me! I moved to Chicago! But my Granny unexpectedly died. And my whole family’s structure instantly crumbled to a pile of rubble that I don’t think can ever be rebuilt. And I constantly feel like my head is spinning.

2015 was definitely not mundane, and if I could have one wish for what 2016 brings, I ask for stability. I have done the whole roller coaster thing and now just want an easy ride. I know life doesn’t tend to work like that, but I pray that maybe this year will be calmer. I hope to become more familiar and comfortable with my new city and job while continuing on this journey to become the best me that I can be. I could wish for true love or a pile of money or a six pack, but I really just want a happy normalcy.

I have spent the past 22 years constantly running, and it would be a welcome change to just sit back and enjoy my early 20s. I have realized just how fast the years can pass by, and I want to actively cherish every moment I am a part of.




I’m not your next Carrie Bradshaw

I’ve hit the 2 month mark of living in the city.

I’ve only taken public transportation once. I have yet to see the bean. And I have not fallen madly in love with a Cubs player. Am I failing at being a Windy City citizen? Probably.

I have realized that I have taken counter space for granted my entire life, and next time I go home, I will cook all of the things just because I have room to do so.

I have realized that people here aren’t as receptive to squeals about how cute their dogs are when they’re on a walk.

I have realized by the amount of groceries I get in one trip that I probably scream country bumpkin instead of the other chic grocery store customers that will only buy wine, brie, nice crackers, and a pineapple and call it a day.

I have considered using the website “MeetUp” to make friends since smiling at strangers is getting me nowhere.

I have realized that I am nowhere near as stylish as I thought I was.

I have realized that I need to spend more time on hobbies that aren’t “snacking in bed.”

I have realized just how expensive this city is.

I have realized that I might need reasons other than adult human interaction to commit to graduate school.

I have realized that I am willing to fit a litter box in my tiny apartment just to have something to love.


And finally, I have realized that I miss people who know me/get me, that this whole adult shit is hard, and maybe Sex and the City put unrealistic expectations of city living in my head.

Oy vey.

The end of a battle.

To say I came to Chicago like a wrecking ball would be the understatement of the year.

I got a job. Lost my grandma. Quickly found a place. And moved.

Maybe it wasn’t the best time, but it has proved to be one of the best decisions I could have made.

Never in my life have I felt more comfortable and sure of myself.

Yes, I get scared. Yes, I get lonely. Yes, I get anxious.

But I feel so content being me and making decisions that are solely for my best interest, and I have never felt so comfortable in my skin.

I finally feel like my life has come together in the sense that I have rid myself of so much self-doubt. I cannot tell you how many days I have spent waking up and wanting so badly to be anyone but me. To be the conventionally pretty girl. To be the girl who was really good at science and is going to be some wonderful doctor. To be the girl who was an artist and was interested in obscure poets. To be the world traveler. To be anyone but who I was born as. I looked for clubs to lose myself in, for crushes to obsess and lust over, for girls to constantly be envious of-Anything that made me lose focus on who I was and what needed.

Moving to Chicago to start a new job where you know no one doesn’t really allow for you to be wrapped up in others. It has been me, myself and I in my apartment. No one to run to. Just space where I am forced to be genuinely and unequivocally me. It has been the biggest blessing I could ever get. After losing the matriarch of our family, I felt like everything I previously knew drastically changed, and that is still true. But in this time of immense change, I have become so grounded in who I am and who I am not.

It is like for once, I can see so clearly. I hope this does not come across as selfish, but I can see what matters to me. I can see what I need.

For example, I have gone on quite a few dates recently, but haven’t spent the entire time wondering if I am good enough/pretty enough/funny enough for the other person. I have genuinely wondered if they are good enough for me. And if they aren’t, then I move on. I no longer have this fear that I am branded and looked down upon for being single. Or worry I am going to die alone. I feel full on my own. I am spending Friday night by myself at Target and have never been happier about it. It might not be what everyone else is doing, but it is what is making me happy.

Now, I have not become some sort of recluse; I still have all of these great people close to me and involved in my life, but I finally feel secure in myself. Secure enough to be independent and walk this world going down the path that is right for me.

I am done people pleasing. I am done trying to determine what other people are thinking. I am done pouring myself into other people, especially those who are undeserving. I am done loathing the way I look, or living my life with “what ifs.”

I am who I am, and probably am not going to change much more. Not saying that I am not about self-improvement, but my core has been developing for 22 years and I think it is in pretty good shape. I am happy with the way I turned out. I feel full. I feel healed.

It just took a move to the big city for me to realize it.


and just like that, you were gone

Usually I have turned to writing in my darkest times to help me cope, but in these past couple of months, that was not the case. These last few days I have felt the need to spill my guts though, so I am going to try and power through. I might be rusty, I might be scatter brained, I might have lost my desire to write, but I guess you’ll just have to bear with me as I try and get back on track.

So in the last week of August, I started my job working in the student life department at a school in Chicago, which combined 2 of my goals- to get back working in student activities AND work in the city I always dreamed of working in. The weekend prior to my start date was spent in the hospital, where my granny was admitted for low potassium levels. We thought it was no big deal, and I went to start my new career shaken but not worried. While I was busy plugging away at work and exhausting myself with a long commute and worrying about making friends, my granny was not getting better, she was getting worse. She was eventually readmitted the following weekend, and that’s when we knew it was something serious. Let me preface this by saying my granny was never sick and never went to the doctor and I never felt the need to worry about here; I naively thought that she would just be around forever. Unfortunately, no one lives forever though, and we found out she had stage 4 cancer on the same day our 14 year old cat died unexpectedly, reiterating the fact that humans really have no clue what life holds.

A mere 2 and a half weeks later, my granny was gone; I was sleeping 2 feet away from her when she died in her sleep. All I could think about was how sickening it was that the rest of my life was starting while hers was ending. That here I was, living out my dreams, not knowing if she ever truly fulfilled what she wanted out of life.

And now, it is all  bittersweet. I moved to Chicago this past weekend which has been my goal since I was little, but it breaks my heart knowing that my granny will never get to see me do it. And now I don’t even know if it was the right decision to make. I never doubted that I wanted to live here, but leaving my mom so soon after she lost her mom seems like the selfish thing to do. My judgement is foggy. I feel like my path is very unclear. I don’t know what I want and don’t have the energy to figure it out, but at the same time feel like I need to be grateful for what I have and live every moment to the fullest. I guess that is what grief is though- just a huge cloud of uncertainty.

So, now I am here. In a whole new city. With a whole new family structure supporting me. A new, unfillable void in my heart.

And I truly do not know how to feel. 


day 2 on the new job- a peek into my mind

  1. Why doesn’t the South Shore go all the way to my work and stop right there?
  2. Why are there no good songs on Spotify?
  3. Why are there tolls and why are they so expensive?
  4. Why don’t cars have a built in coffee pot?
  5. Should I try to find a carpool club?
  6. Is every road being worked on?
  7. Ugh, how am I low on gas already?
  8. CURSE YOU LAKE SHORE DRIVE. Why do you suck?
  9. Is that a car on fire?
  10. Why did I leave so early, and am I the first one here?
  11. Do you think they monitor internet usage, cause I needs to check my Facebook?
  12. When will I be able to get an apartment here?
  14. Is it lunch time yet?
  15. OMG will I ever make work friends?
  16. Will I ever make Chicago friends?
  17. Was college the best it is gonna get for me?
  18. What is a liturgy and how hard is it to become Catholic?
  19. Do I need a bible?
  20. Why am I so hungry?
  21. Do you think they regret hiring me?
  22. But for real, how do adults make friends?
  23. What am I going to have for dinner?
  24. Why do I keep having to pee?
  25. When will I stop being nervous?
  26. Did I make the right decision?
  27. Can I live with my mom forever?
  28. How hard is it to collect unemployment?
  29. Should I go to grad school?
  30. How am I going to drive here in the winter?
  31. Lake Shore Drive, are you ever going to get your shit together?
  32. How is tomorrow only Wednesday?
  33. Why is traffic not moving?
  34. Why is the exit reduced to one lane?
  35. How the hell do I only have half a tank of gas?
  36. Why do I have to pay these tolls all over again?
  37. What do my co-workers think of me?
  38. Can I just be a student forever?
  39. Scratch that, can I just stumble upon wealthiness?
  40. Ugh, why are all of these people running along the lakeshore?
  41. When I move here, do I have to become a good runner?
  42. How is it already 5:30 already?
  43. Can I eat a cookie and a piece of cake?
  44. Do I have the energy to work out?
  45. How much time do I have before I need to wake up and do it all over again?
  46. When will this all start to feel normal?