Tuesday, November 28, 2017

asian sriracha meatballs

Happy Tuesday, my friends! Today was an absolute bluebird day in Park City. I mean, I would prefer snow…but since Mother Nature has other plans, a beautiful blue sky will do. Today was another phenomenal day starting from the moment my alarm went off at 5am. You know why? Because I decided it was going to be a phenomenal day…and it worked! I once read that when you wake up, you can’t just wait to see what kind of day you’ll have—you have to DECIDE what kind of day you’ll have. Call me crazy, but I believe it works! 

Anywhooooo, I’ll save that speech for another day. Today I’m going to share with you a MUST make recipe. I made it for dinner last night and it was to die! In fact, it also happens to be my leftovers tonight. Drum roll please……Asian Sriracha Meatballs!

I found this recipe on Pinterest. It’s by “Six Sisters’ Stuff.” I’ll link it below with the recipe. 


2 pounds lean ground turkey
1 cup whole wheat breadcrumbs
2 eggs
1/4 cup onion, finely chopped
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
pinch crushed red pepper

For the sauce:
1/4 cup honey
2 Tablespoons sriracha
3 Tablespoons low-sodium soy sauce
3 Tablespoons rice vinegar
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
3 cloves garlic, minced
1/2 teaspoon sesame oil

Garnish (optional):
1/4 cup green onions, diced
1 Tablespoon sesame seeds


1 Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

2 Lightly spray a large baking sheet with non-stick cooking spray and set aside.

3 In a large bowl, mix together all ingredients for meatballs until thoroughly combined. Shape into balls that are about 1 1/2 inches in size (should make about 35-40 meatballs). Set each meatball on the prepared baking sheet. Cook for 20-25 minutes or until meat is cooked through.

4 While the meatballs are cooking, combine all the ingredients for the sauce in a small saucepan. Bring to a boil over medium heat while mixing sauce continuously, then reduce heat to low and let sauce simmer for 3-5 minutes (or until it has thickened up).

5 Remove meatballs from oven and pour sauce over the top. If desired, sprinkle with green onions and sesame seeds. Serve with cooked quinoa, cooked rice, mashed potatoes, or vegetables.

Okay, so there’s the recipe…and now, I’ll tell you what I did differently. 

First things first, for the meatballs…I forgot the dang breadcrumbs at the grocery store. So, I took Simple Mills Almond Flour Sea Salt Crackers that I had in my pantry and put them in a plastic bag and crushed them up. I also added a dash of sesame oil into the meatballs. 

Second, I HATE anything ginger. So, I left that out.

Third, I also left out rice vinegar because let’s be honest…how often does anyone use rice vinegar? Not often enough for me. 

Fourth, I replaced the soy sauce with Dr. Bragg Amino Acids. Personal preference. 

I served my gorgeous little asian meatballs over “cauli rice,” which is also known as, cauliflower chopped up into bits then steamed/cooked. Personally, I think the meatballs would also be equally good over white rice, or something of that sort. Not mashed potatoes like they recommend (woof). I then topped them with  sesame seeds and chopped green onion which added a little pizzazz that was totally worth it. 

So, yes…I totally recommend this and it was pretty dang easy and certainly tasty. 
Side note: I had a glass of white wine (Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio) with these…thought white paired much better with the meal than red. 

I’ll finish this by saying, people who can cook/enjoy cooking are my favorite kind of people. I mean, who doesn’t love a good meal? So many people say “I can’t cook,” and I want to say to them, “Have you even tried?” Granted, some are better than others, creatively and what not…but do you know how easy it is to follow a recipe? Super simple and super worth it. I love people who can cook and other people love people who can cook. I challenge you to learn at least one recipe—chicken picatta, lasagna, spaghetti and meatballs, chicken and rice, stir fry, heck…tacos!! Learn to make a mean taco! Anything goes. 

Cheers, friends.
Keep on keepin’ on—
XX, Laura 

Sunday, November 26, 2017

three weeks in pc

Hard to believe that yesterday marked three full weeks of living in Park City, UT! Time sure has flown by. I have to admit, I had my first “sad” day—Thanksgiving. Fortunately, I wasn’t sad in the sense that I didn’t want to be here, just that I was missing my family. Thanksgiving has always been a fun holiday in our house (actually every holiday is fun at our house) and Thursday I was missing home, my parents house and simply, just a meal with my family. After a tearful conversation (or two…lol) with my dad, I felt much better. I had to remind myself that Thanksgiving is just one day and there will always be more. Also, how grateful I am to have such an amazing family to miss. Besides, it was my choice to be out here by myself. 

This past week I was reflecting back on a comment that a guy said to me in Starbucks a few weeks ago. He had overheard that I was new to Park City and wished me good luck and said, “The first year’s always the hardest.” At the time, I didn’t think much about it. Well, three weeks later I now understand what he meant. It is damn hard starting a brand new life. Back in my hometown, I was guaranteed to see at least one person I knew every time I left my house. Here, I walk around and don’t know a soul. Fortunately, PC is an area filled with a lot of newbies from out of state like myself but there is also a good majority of people who have lived here for their entire lives. People have established friendships, jobs, circles, etc. I am longing for group ski days and nights out on Main Street but have yet to find my kind of people. Like I said in a previous blog, I knew this was part of the gig. Loneliness is to be expected when starting over in an unfamiliar place. I know the friends, drinking buddies and companions will come in time, just like the snow.
Yes, today is a mere 60 something degrees! Mother Nature—WTF is going on! We had a huge blizzard the other week and accumulated 5 fresh inches of snow. Now, it’s all gone. Park City is dry like the Sahara Desert. Somehow, PC Ski Resort opened on Thanksgiving Day but I can’t imagine the snow is very good. The only good thing about no snow is that it has given me more time to hike and explore while building up my lungs. Today I did a 7 mile adventure on the trails behind where I live. My legs were dead by the time I got back but I know that every mile is helping to build my muscles up for ski season. Aside from that, something about that mountain air filling up your lungs is pretty hard to beat—my favorite kind of high. 
Being so far from home, away from everything that’s familiar, I have really started to appreciate the little things. I set my alarm every night to wake up before the sun rises so I can make a hot cup of coffee and be ready to see what brilliant colors the Utah sky decides to wake up with that day. Same goes for sunsets, as I am not always home to catch them, but I look forward to watching the sun set every chance I get (sometimes with a glass of red wine). I already have quite the collection of pictures of the beautiful sunrise and sunsets that Utah displays—although the pictures don’t do the colors justice. Aside from the sky, I also appreciate phone calls and conversations with my family more now than I ever have. Hearing their voices brings a sort of peace and calmness to me (in a non-corny way). 

Keep on keepin’ on—
XX, Laura 

Monday, November 20, 2017

rebel with a cause

Holy heck-a-roni—what a Monday! Park City is officially in holiday mode. I took for granted empty parking spots at the grocery store last week and minimum traffic up and down 224. Women in (real) fur vests filling up their carts at Whole Foods with Thanksgiving goodies, Christmas lights strung through the neighborhoods and a whole lot of kiddos running wild. I love it though—makes PC feel like home, even if I am 2,000 miles away from mine. 

This morning I went for an hour walk on the hiking trails. I listened to a podcast by Lewis Howes where he interviewed a woman named Gretchen Rubin. She is the author of a book called The Four Tendencies. Boy oh boy was it interesting. The “Four Tendencies” describes how we respond to expectations. We all face two kinds of expectations:

outer expectations, such as meeting work deadlines or observing traffic regulations

and inner expectations, such as quitting napping or keeping a New Year’s resolution

We are all 1 of the 4: 

Upholder: “I do what others expect of me—and what I expect from myself.”

Questioner: “I do what I think is best, according to my judgment. If it doesn’t make sense, I won’t do it.”

Obliger: “I do what I have to do. I don’t want to let others down, but I may let myself down.”

Rebel: “I do what I want, in my own way. If you try to make me do something—even if I try to make myself do something—I’m less likely to do it.”

Wouldn’t you know, I took her quiz online and I am a complete rebel (shocker!). 
Rebels resist all expectations, outer and inner alike.

They choose to act from a sense of choice, of freedom. Rebels wake up and think, “What do I want to do today?” They resist control, even self-control, and usually enjoy flouting rules and expectations.

Rebels place a high value on authenticity and self-determination, and bring an unshackled spirit to what they do. Rebels work toward their own goals, in their own way, and while they refuse to do what they’re “supposed” to do, they can accomplish their own aims.

But Rebels often frustrate others because they can’t be asked or told to do anything. They don’t care if “people are counting on you,” “you said you’d do it,” “your parents will be upset,” “it’s against the rules,” “this is the deadline,” or “it’s rude.” 

In fact, asking or telling Rebels to do something often makes them do just the opposite.

The people around Rebels must guard against accidentally igniting their spirit of opposition—particularly challenging for the parents of Rebel children.

In fact, Rebels sometimes frustrate even themselves, because they can’t tell themselves what to do.

Man—if this isn’t me to a T! I have always hated being told what to do. I hate being under someone else’s watch. Having independence and the ability to be spontaneous is when I thrive. I have never liked trends, joining a sorority was NEVER on my to-do list and I hate planning too far in advance. 

From the words of Dita Von Teese, "I’ve always loved the idea of not being what people expect me to be."

I never knew there was such a thing as the “Four Tendencies” but I am so glad I found that podcast today. I believe that the more we learn about ourselves and how we thrive in society, the easier life becomes. I know the “rebel” in me will someday be an entrepreneur, self-employed… or something, somewhere with no rules but my own. 

Try the quiz for yourself to see where you fit:

Keep on keepin’ on—
or in my case, rebelling.
XX, Laura 

Thanks to Gretchen Rubin for this sweet information.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

learning to dance

This weekend officially marks 2 weeks in Park City. Honestly, I can’t believe how fast the time has flown by. Everything is still going steady eddy for me, except for the weather. I’ve experienced 60 degree sunny days and an all out blizzard during the short time that I’ve been here. Watching the snow come down for hours on Friday and turning my backyard into a winter wonderland was nothing short of amazing. Something about the first big snowfall of the season will never lose it’s magic. Now, I’m just waiting for the resorts to open so I can ski. 

I finally purchased my EPIC ski pass—which includes unlimited, unrestricted access to 15 different ski resorts all over the country and Canada (Park City included)—for $899. Considering a typical 1 day lift ticket is around $100 across the country, the epic pass is truly..EPIC! Not bad, not bad at all. I almost purchased a season pass to Deer Valley as well until I found out they were a whopping $2,685!! I guess I’ll stick to day passes when I shred DV. 

I’ve continued to meet a variety of different people since I’ve been here. I go out of my way to introduce myself, because well, what choice do you have when you know no one. People can’t fathom that I drove 2,000 miles across the country by myself to move to a new city where I know absolutely no one.  

However, I truly believe that when you desperately want to change your life, you’ll do whatever it takes. For me, that meant packing up my car to drive 4,12hr days to reach a new state, to start a new life…all by myself. My parents have asked me if I’m lonely. I’d be lying if I said I never get lonely, who wouldn’t? No established friends (yet), no family. I prepared myself for this feeling, I knew this was a part of the gig. So, I don’t let it bother me too much. If anything, this move has a been a tremendous reminder of the incredible people I left back home—especially my family. 

I would much rather have the feelings I do now towards my unforeseeable future than the hopeless confusion I had at home. Life change is scary but you know what’s scarier than change? Regret. I love waking up in the morning with no “what ifs.” Because I took a chance, everyday I get to wake up with “now what.” 

Talk about new beginnings, nobody knows who the heck I am here, and it’s been very refreshing. Out here I can be whoever I want to be because people know nothing about me. No labels from back home attached to me. Out here, I am just Laura from Upstate New York, 24 years old, here to ski bum. Sounds simple, but to me, invigorating. 

I am learning to take each day as it comes. Having a strong, go-getter personality, sometimes I can get 10 steps ahead of myself. I have this bad habit of expecting to be further ahead than where I’m at. For example, last week I found myself getting frustrated that I didn’t have a friend yet…after being in PC for 5 days (lol). It’s true, patience is a virtue. Being in a hurry to improve yourself only slows down the process. So, I have begun to appreciate each day for what it is. Being in a new city, everyday I learn and discover something new. I remind myself that that’s what I need to focus on—what is being accomplished, not what isn’t. Everything will happen at the right time. So for now, I am immersing myself in the change and learning to dance. 

2 weeks of adventure down & a helluva lot more to go. 

Keep on keepin’ on—
XX, Laura 

Saturday, November 11, 2017

my first week in pc

Whooooop well it’s officially been 1 week in Park City, UT! I know this might be a little premature considering it’s only been a week, but I feel like my decision to move here might be THE best decision I’ve ever made. For the first time, almost ever, I feel like I fit somewhere. 

There’s been a few snow flurries since I’ve been here, but nothing too heavy yet. I love it here already and the ski season hasn’t even started—I’d say that’s a pretty good sign. 

Park City is the opposite of a typical “city.” It’s cozy, quaint and cute…and actually pretty small. In 2015, CondĂ© Nast Traveler Readers' Choice Awards voted Park City is #3 in the "Best Small Cities in the U.S." category. I can definitely see why. 

I have been utilizing the hiking/walking trails that are all over the place and have enjoyed filling my lungs up with the cold Utah air. The most challenging part of moving to Park City has definitely been the change in altitude. The elevation of my hometown is about 393ft and here I’m at 7,000ft! Exercise is one of my hobbies/passions and I would consider myself to be in decent shape (I mean, I’m certainly no pro athlete). However, my workout routine that I once considered “easy” at home, is now having me huff and puff all over the streets of PC. It’s been a fun challenge though. My first day here, I wanted to turn around by mile 2 on an uphill hike. Nevertheless, I persisted because Lord knows I don’t want to be the out of shape girl by the time skiing starts. The quicker I can get my lungs adjusted to PC, the better.

One of the first things I noticed as soon as I got off the interstate and into Park City, was the cars. The first car I saw as I pulled onto 224 was a Maybach. I mean, I have no idea what model it was but I do know that that car ain’t cheap. In March 2017, Bloomberg rated Park City one of the wealthiest small towns in America. Everywhere you go, it’s Land Rovers of all sorts, Audi, BMW, Porsche, Cadillac, Mercedes, Infiniti, Lexus, Volvo. Bloomberg was right, there are a lot of people here with money in the bank ($$$). 

Second thing I’ve noticed after being here for a week is that everyone is pretty nice. Everywhere I go, people have been quite friendly. I have a feeling it's a lot of the locals, the people who live here year round. They say hello to you, they acknowledge your presence, they take the time to talk to you. I had heard that people are much friendlier out west and although (like anywhere) I’m sure there’s 1 or 2  assholes out there, I have yet to run into any during my first week. So far, so good. 

Third thing, the Mormons. One of the first things almost everyone said to me when I announced I was moving to Utah was “Oh..the Mormons.” Supposably, Park City was founded by members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS or Mormons). However, I don’t think PC is as populated with Mormons as the Salt Lake area. Even so, for all I know my next door neighbors could be Mormon and I would not have a clue (nor would I have a problem with it)! I have not found it to be as big of a deal as everyone on the internet makes it out to be. 

Fourth thing, PC peeps are into healthy living…which I totally dig. For a smaller town, there are SO many different fitness and exercise options available. Just down the road from me, there’s a Pilates studio, Orange Theory Fitness, Cycling, Cross Fit, Yoga Studios…not to mention, a variety of gyms. Also, anytime I go anywhere, there is ALWAYS people walking/running/biking outside. PC also has a brand new Whole Foods. I believe they outgrew their other location that I went to in October when I was visiting with my parents. Being a health junkie and foodie, I love having a Whole Foods 5 minutes down the road. For a gal that loves to cook, this completely works out in my favor.

I most definitely put my Christmas tree up yesterday afternoon. I bought a fake pre-lit Christmas tree at Michael’s that was on clearance and added 2 extra strings of white lights, and voila…it looks perfecto! I honestly decided to put it up yesterday because my work schedule is going to be crazy from next week on and I wanted to be able to put it up and enjoy it while I had the time. It makes my rental place feel a bit more like home, as well. Oh, and you best believe I had those Christmas jams on. 

SHOCKINGLY, I have NOT ONCE felt homesick. I’m an adventurer but also a homebody, so it’s a huge surprise to me that I have not cried (lol) once about missing home. That in itself is reassuring to me that I made the right decision by moving out here for the season. 

When people ask me where I’m from and I tell them my story, they all say, “You moved out here alone not knowing anyone?” Yup, I suppose I did. I guess it sounds kind of wild and strange to most people. However, it doesn’t seem like a big deal to me because I have always been content with spending time alone. I love people but I also love my alone time. I once read that when you learn to love your own company, you will never be alone. I find that to be true. It’s also helped to build my confidence over the years. I know friends will come in a matter of time.

As for any troubles I’ve had…my washing machine was broken when I got here, and finally fixed yesterday. As someone who does a load of laundry almost everyday at home, not being able to do laundry since I left NY (9 days ago) was unfavorable. Yesterday afternoon, I washed my first load of clothes and boy oh boy did it feel good. Secondly, I set off the fire alarms on Wednesday night…from baking a frozen pizza. However, in my defense, nothing was smoking or burning…I think it was from using a brand new oven for the first time.The next night I was so nervous to use the oven again, that I roasted brussel sprouts with both my front and back doors wide open (lol). Lastly, I have found two spiders in my room this past week. You know...the thick, black, real fast ones (yuck!). Thankfully, I have some weirdo girl super power where I can kill them quickly without flinching and move on...but still, so gross. Aside from that, it’s really been smooth sailing. After a few wrong turns and U-turns my first few days here, I’ve got the city down pretty well now. 

Other miscellaneous things I’ve noticed about Park City:

—They LOVE Patagonia. Good golly, I’m from the Northeast so I understand the Patagonia trend…but everywhere I go, Patagonia shirts, Patagonia jackets, Patagonia vests. PC peeps REALLY love their Patagonia. 

—Everything is dry. Dry air = dry skin, dry hair. You bet your boots I’ve already invested in some great lotion to slather on every morning and every night. 

—Like anywhere, people can’t seem to grasp the concept of Upstate NY vs. NYC. 
1 week, 2 scenarios: 

Girl: “Where are you from?” 
Me: “Upstate NY…Lake George, Saratoga area.” 
Girl: “Oh that’s awesome! My uncle just took a job in Manhattan.” 
Me: “……………”

Guy: “Where are you from?” 
Me: “Upstate NY…Lake George, Saratoga area.”
Guy: “You’re too nice to be from the city.”
Me: “……………” 

I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I feel here. I am so stoked for an incredible winter and ski season. People back home have started complaining about the cold temperatures (why are you still living in Upstate NY) and I’m out here in Utah like bring it on, baby! I can’t wait for a Park City winter wonderland. Stay tuned for more to come! 

Keep on keepin’ on—
XX, Laura 

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

what goes around comes around

We’ll all heard of karma. Some believe it to be true, some don’t. I, however, have always believed in the power of karma. I truly believe that what you put out into the world is what comes back to you—good or bad. 

There are a few people I know that always seem to have bad luck. These are also the same people I know that cut people off in traffic, don’t return their cart at the grocery store, and “get away” with little white lies. Coincidence? I think not. 

Now don’t get me wrong, I would never wish bad or harm over anyone…but I truly believe that God (or whoever, whatever you believe in) is always watching. By no means can anyone live a perfect life, but I do try to be the best human that I possibly can be because I do believe that what you put out into the universe is what comes back to you. 

Let me share a quick story with you on how I know this to be true.

This past summer, I was having a really poor, terrible, no good week. I woke up in a bad mood, I went to bed in a bad mood. It was a Thursday morning, when I was running late for a hair appointment. Not only was I late, but I was in a bad mood, b*tch face on, no happy thoughts (basically being a real sour patch kid). On the way to my appointment a rock flew up off the road and nailed my windshield. It spider webbed a crack throughout my windshield. I was literally like OMFG. I kid you not, in that moment, I called my mom and told her that I KNEW I had totally attracted that to myself. I was putting out such terrible energy into the world that I truly believe it was the universe’s way of sending it back to say, “Get it together, Laura!” *Crack* You can be assured that I quickly learned my lesson. 

Sometimes days, weeks, or months can go by and you don’t notice much change in your life. Then one day you notice that you get a table at a restaurant before there’s a 40 minute wait, or you're the first person in line at the bank, or maybe you get the job position you were hoping for, find a lucky penny, or there’s only 1 pair of shoes you want left…in your size. Some people believe in coincidences, but I believe circumstances like these are the world’s way of giving back. Consider it a blessing, a green light, a pat on the back, a thank you… for being a decent, good human being. Doing the right thing is such a simple act, yet something that is so overlooked. 

To all my believers out there, keep doing your thang. Kindness, integrity, humility and generosity are an attribute of the strong, the brave and the people I admire most. 

Do good things and good things will come your way.

Keep on keepin on’ 
and spreading the good vibes.
XX, Laura 

Monday, November 6, 2017

courage over comfort

It is currently 6:30am here in Park City, UT. I set my alarm for 5 this morning because I can tell my body is still on NY time (I was sound asleep at 9 last night). Aside from getting adjusted to the time zone difference, now that I’m settled in, I have a brand new set of goals that I can’t wait to crush.

Yesterday was my first full day here. It was successful and very productive. First on my list of to-dos was joining a gym—check! Man, I went about 4 days with no exercise and little movement because you know, I was driving and all, and boy did my body miss it. 

Second, I hit up the brand new Whole Foods. If you’re a foodie/health junkie like me, I know you feel my excitement. I’m slowly starting to pick up a few kitchen staples every time I grab groceries. You don’t realize how many things you use on a daily basis until you arrive in an empty place and have nothing. 

Next, I hit up Wally World for some house supplies. I really prefer Target but the only store I could find on the map was in the Salt Lake Valley and I wasn’t about to drive to Salt Lake to grab some paper towels and toilet paper. Walmart worked just fine. 

Last but not least, I stopped at Pier 1. It wasn’t on my to-do list, but hey, how could I resist a few home goodies? A few beautiful wine glasses, a “snowy birch” candle, and 2 pillows later…my new place feels a bit more like home with a few of my own personal touches. 

My washer is broken and got stuck in “soak” mode. However, come to find out …the washer is older and hasn’t been used in months. Aside from that, one of the TVs stopped working. It just won’t turn on. A few years ago, I might have gotten worked up and/or frustrated over this, but as I’ve gotten older and from all the reading/learning/self-development I’ve done…little hiccups like these don’t even rattle me anymore. 

It hasn’t even been a week since I left home but it feels like I’ve done SO much. Within a week, I drove cross country…stopping in Columbus, Omaha, Denver along the way. I have unpacked and moved into a new place. I have navigated around town, developed a morning and nighttime routine and now, and eaten every meal by myself for the past 6 days. 

Eating alone might be one of the hardest parts of being on the road, and now in a new city where I know no one…but I’m teaching myself to look at it from a different perspective. This will be a great opportunity for me to learn new recipes, try new foods, and develop the confidence to be content with eating alone. It sounds silly, I know, but I really hate seeing people alone…and I’m that gal right now. Hey, what doesn’t kill you, makes you well rounded. 

It feels very surreal that this is my new life for the next 6 months. I wake up feeling refreshed and excited for what’s to come. Now that I’m here, not once have I wanted to turn around and go home. Truth is, home will always be there. Deciding to move here was out of my comfort zone, getting here was climbing out of it, and now that I’m here I’m living outside of it. I’ve heard that outside of your comfort zone is where the magic happens, so I guess we’ll see...

Keep on keepin’ on—
XX, Laura 

Friday, November 3, 2017

the road is long

1,825 miles, 3 days, 7 states…I have landed in Denver, CO for the night. I meant to blog every night on this trip out west but my first day on the road I drove 10 hours, the second day, 12 hours… and by the time I got to my hotels, I was exhausted and not in the mood to write. 

Today was 7.5 hours on the road. It seemed to go slower than yesterday, but I think I was still tired from the day before and little (hardly any) sleep. However, the long days have been well worth it because I am so anxious to be in Park City.  

I think my favorite part of traveling west these past 2 years is the people that I have met along the way. Everyone I meet has a completely different story. I love hearing where people come from and how they got to where they are today. Somewhere I once read that to be interesting, you need to be interested. I find that to be very true. The more questions you ask, the more you learn. Asking people about their lives always seems to broaden my perspective on humankind. 

However, I’m beginning to realize that the people I admire most are the ones who took a chance at one point in their life. Whether that be a career, school, love, or simply, just followed their passion. Taking a risk and/or making a huge life change involves confidence, courage and really, taking a gamble on yourself. BeyoncĂ© (who I’m not a huge fan of—sue me!!) was once quoted, “I don't like to gamble, but if there's one thing I'm willing to bet on, it's myself.” That’s kind of where I’m at in life. What I was doing back home wasn’t working out so well for me (at least not in the direction I wanted to be going) and uprooting my life and moving west was something always in the back of my mind. Now, I’m on my way. People have said to me, “Oh, Laura you're so brave.” Yeah, maybe…but that doesn’t mean I don't get scared. I still walk into the unknown every single day. It was just Wednesday night when I was in Columbus on the phone with my dad, crying and wondering if I made the right choice. 

Truth is, I won’t know if I made the right choice until I’m out there living it. I’m moving to city where I know absolutely no one. I’ve been on the road for three days and I already miss my family like crazy. I have no one to hang out with when I get to Utah, no one to go to dinner with, no one to go out with, no one to have over for wine… it’s terrifying and at times, makes me want to turn around and go home to NY when I think about it too hard. 

“Most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wished for. Maybe, you'll get more than you ever could've imagined. Who knows where life will take you, the road is long, and in the end... the journey is the destination.” —Coach Whitey Durham

Yes, I just quoted Coach Whitey Durham from One Tree Hill…but that’s what I’m living by right now. I keep reminding myself that I want my life to change more than I want it to stay the same…even if it means being uncomfortable for a while. 

Here’s to discomfort…….and good wine when the discomfort gets a bit too discomforting!

Keep on keepin’ on, my friends—
XX, Laura