So Jane O asked me to give you guys
a run down of my past. In particular, the college days.
It seems like forever and a half ago that
I was in school. I feel like I morphed into a completely
different being since then. Why, you ask? Because I am
I guess now is a great time to rip off a very sticky
band aid on a very hairy leg.
My college days were the loveliest.
If you didn't know already, I went to SCAD in Savannah,
which painted the perfect backdrop for figuring one's self out.
Academically it was great! I was challenged and kneaded like dough
and essentially mentored into figuring out what my greatest passion was:
(i've always been pretty colorful through and through; this was at the
Sangrada Familia in Barcelona, Spain 2006)
I leapt at the
opportunity to survive off of wine and bread study abroad
at the SCAD Lacoste location.
This experience was where my entire perspective on
life and the essence of that which I call love changed.
During my 4 year experience, 3 of those were spent wrapped up
in a "relationship" that was probably one of my biggest regrets to date.
Yes, people like to say, "you shouldn't live life holding on to regrets of the past."
While that is very true, I feel as though this relationship totally and utterly blinded me
from what could have be a grander experience.
Since we're kind of talking art, Let's paint a picture shall we:
We were the oddest pair...me super petite, him super tall.
We were that couple arguing in the dorm parking lot
probably at midnight. We were the "im in love with you, but i hate
every cell in your blood stream because it's giving you life" couple.
we were toxic to each other. But he was "funny" and different!
And different is great right?? Out the box and comfort zone is were the
magic happens right!? Not always.
Yes, it's embarrassing. And yes I wish I could have replaced that
time spent and lost with fistfuls of friends that I found later on
that would have fed positivity into my life.
But I didn't. The forces pulled us apart and I tried my damnedest to bring
us back together, for whatever reason.
And no it wasn't for sex. I was a virgin up until I met my now husband.
(tmi??? oh well.... consider that a 'discover me' bonus ha!)
But, I can put a positive spin on this, believe it or not.
The one night I slapped myself and forced myself out of my house
and away from work was the night I was introduced to my now husband.
I seriously remember the conversation I had.
"Kel, he is the worst thing that you could intentionally give yourself.
You don't even like the taste of Nyquil, but you'll serve yourself heaping
piles of shit for dessert??? You can't. Enough is enough! Go out, see your
friends. Start a new conversation and damnit don't bring up his name.
Put on some big hoops (I was in my "Lily Allen door knocker" phase) and
just chill. You have A's in all your classes so just go have fun!"
And I did just that.
I took this a few minutes before I forced myself out of the house.
Yeah... zooming in hella close was apparently my thing. couldn't find many
zoomed out selfies.
And speaking of Lily Allen....
I hate that "a boy" was the first thing I thought of when Jane,
asked me about my college days, but to be honest, I
mistakenly made my college days about "a boy".
Thankfully, Lacoste happened when it did. It prompted the change.
I owe my life to the South of France.
Glad to say that I am on to the best and greatest loves ever, for me.
Doused in honesty, passion, and willingness to create a world for
each other that doesn't resemble what either of us had in the
Jane I hope that answers your question.
Oh and about Greek life, no I didn't pledge because 1. SCAD didn't have Greek life &
2. I too busy to pledge anywhere nearby.
If you have any other inquiries, I will be happy to answer them. Serious or cheeky.
I am pretty unfiltered and not afraid of my own past.