Greetings from AnaRVA!

For years I have penned my cynical rants on coffee shop napkins, bathroom toiler paper and various assortments of office stationery in hopes that one day, a sudden epiphany will help me figure things out. My efforts have been futile so far. So here I am, at 22, creating a blog to help make sense of the world around me, one farcical entry at a time. 

Currently, I am in a marriage of convenience with the city of Richmond, Virginia. It has shamelessly given indemnity to my desire to be a quasi hipster and a suburban housewife all at the same time. I ask you- what city in the world would be able to handle such a formidable task? I have lived here for over six years and in about one more I will be taking my business elsewhere – Boston, Massachusetts to be precise. Why exactly am I leaving this beloved town after all it has done for me? Because I only receive, I do not give. Eventually I will consider RVA (as I so endearingly call it) a volatile lover – one with whom I had a rich and potent affair, one that will always remain close to my heart and one that I may return to one day. But for now, I must end the tryst.

I am also currently a prisoner at Virginia Commonwealth University. One of two things will happen within the next year.  A major chapter of my academic career might finally draw to a close. Or I might slowly begin to waste away sitting in the bullet-riddled desks and chairs of any given auditorium, inhaling the pungent smell of mold mixed in with the scent of the rotting corpses of other VCU students who never graduated. For the sake of everyone’s sanity, I really hope the former is what comes to fruition. I do admit that the time and effort spent hatching plots to evade academic responsibility could have been invested more fruitfully in getting the actual work done. It seems as years go by, I have become more adept at approaching academics in an “underground way.” This is to say that I have been in an alcohol-induced coma by day and staying up by night, Googling assignments hours before they are due.

I digress. The point of this blog is to basically chronicle the events of my life from the standpoint of someone who has been left somewhat disillusioned with almost everything. In doing so, I seem to have lost myself along the way. Consider this blog as somewhat of an experiment in self-discovery – one that I am inviting everyone to be an active participant of. I want to be able to share with you the days when everything runs smoothly and all is right with the world, days when I wake up with the sun shining out of my ass and go to bed thinking about how lucky I am to be alive. I also want to share with you the days when I believe all of that is a crock of shit- days when I want to torch VCU or cause a school bus to jackknife over a group of unsuspecting freshman. I want to share all of this with you because I genuinely believe, despite my deep-rooted cynicism, that people in this city care and will respond accordingly.

So here it is. I hope you enjoy reading my somewhat cogent thoughts on life, love and attempts at being a lush as I remain disenchanted in the city of Richmond, Virginia.