{Throwback Thursday} Germany

With all this shit goin’ on (that’s the proper Florida way of saying Covid-19) I haven’t got to travel at all this year. Okay well that’s a lie sorta, I’ve been on my layovers for work as well as mini trips to Puerto Rico, Nashville, and Kentucky to see my mom all of which were included on a note I keep on my phone of trips I want to budget for and schedule in.

This was my list this year :
“Minis” to –
*San Juan, Puerto Rico (Done)
*Kentucky (Done)
*New Orleans (layover but EVERYTHING was shut down & I really wanted to take Clinton so I’m not counting it)
*Las Vegas (layover but not what I was going for)
*New York
*Nashville (Done)

“Midsize” –
*London & Paris for 5 days for my birthday

“The Big One” –

So needless to say, my 2020 travel plans were a total bust. First world problems huh? But really, truly, all I could picture was my beautiful birthday in Paris with my boyfriend – the Louvre, having a picnic in front of the Eiffel Tower, putting our lock on the “love lock” bridge, and eating macarons from Laduree. For the London portion of that trip I planned a whole wonderfully nerdy Harry Potter experience. It’s okay, all of these places will still exist after Covid fucks off (remember, I write exactly how I speak & if this offends you, pay for my blog domain & I’ll tone it down) so hopefully after we get ourselves together as a country & get healthy then maybe the rest of the world will welcome us back again one day.

In the meantime – let’s take a virtual trip to Germany shall we? My trip to Germany was the brain child of my good friend Lindsey. She planned it, she found the flights we listed ourselves on, and she did all the research. What did I do? Book our hotels & Air BnBs. I also attempted figuring out public transportation but since I am an Uber girl and most certainly don’t speak German, I failed spectacularly. I don’t like wasting time figuring out buses or trains, I’d much rather just go from point A to point B unbothered so I try not to mess with public transportation too much. However, much of Germany was Uber-less so I was lost.

Okay. Our trip was October 1-5 of 2018. The original plan was to go to Oktoberfest for the entire visit but then things started to shift when Lindsey mentioned Berlin and then again when she said another flight attendant told her about Frankfurt & a small town called Mainz. So here’s the itinerary we went with –

September 30th – MIA (Miami) to FRA (Frankfurt)
October 1st – explore Frankfurt & Mainz
October 2nd – FRA to TXL (Berlin) – explore Berlin
October 3rd – TXL to MUC – explore Munich & go to Oktoberfest
October 4th – explore Dachau & train into Munich for day 2
October 5th – MUC to CPH (Copenhagen) then onto MIA

We did this trip while we were still on reserve but we managed it! We bid for the exact same reserve line for October and got it so we could make sure both of us could make the trip. We were on reserve until 10 AM on September 30th & as soon as the clock struck 10, we both jumped onto MyIDTravel (crew travel website) and listed ourselves for the flight that afternoon to Frankfurt! It was so crazy because who even gets to do stuff like that?! People don’t get to just wake up and be like “yo, if I don’t gotta work today let’s head to Germany” – Clinton drove me from Boca Raton down to Fort Lauderdale to Lindsey’s crashpad where one of her crashpad roommates then drove us on down to Miami.

We flew Lufthansa & took the crew a bag of goodies hoping we would get an upgrade but ,alas, we did not. *I would like to note – it’s in good taste to bring your flight crew treats ANYtime you non-rev travel. They did ,however, gift us a Business Class gift with some toiletries, socks, & an eye mask. We already knew we would be getting a seat on the flight to Frankfurt & wasn’t even worried because Lufthansa had already updated and emailed us our seat assignment. I’m not sure if we were just excited or what but neither of us slept a wink during that 9 hour flight! Walking through the Frankfurt airport at ,like, 8 AM with our eye masks up on our foreheads & taking Snapchat videos of how damn tired but READY we were, I started messaging our first Air BnB host to let him know we’ve arrived so he can tell us how to get to his place in Mainz. It was not easy, HOWEVER, we did it! And from then on, it really wasn’t that bad finding our way around Mainz!

This is the Air BnB we stayed at in Mainz. The host was awesome, the house was spotless & stylish, and it was in a super cute neighborhood. Oh, and it was affordable! Most Air BnBs and hotels that we found in Germany were pretty affordable. Our host, Torsten, explained how to get around in Mainz & where we could find the “old” German villages. We dropped our bags off in our room & set off to explore – Germany is so lovely! We didn’t get to see a lot of countryside but I loved all the little villages.

We learned a few things real quick –
1) ALWAYS purchase & validate your train/bus tickets. We noticed that no one was checking our tickets on the train so we decided to re-use one for later assuming it was good for an all day ride. I mean obviously right? NO. NOT RIGHT AT ALL. On our last train of the evening, the ticket taker notices our tickets are not correct for the train ride we are currently on and started demanding we pay 60 euro for a new/legal ticket (mind you, tickets are only a couple euro when purchased at the station) – we had been out to eat and shopping so neither of us even had 60 euro on us anymore! They caved when I started to panic & waved a 20 euro bill at them saying “this is all I have!” and let us pay ,I think, like, 10 euro but it was still a little scary to be in trouble in a foreign country over a damn train ticket. (Please note – you’d think I would have learned my lesson since I’m being all preachy, oh no, fast forward to 2019 in Italy – my aunt and I got $50 tickets issued to us by police for not validating a $1.50 bus ticket. This folks. This shit right here is why I don’t do public transportation)
2) Sparkling water is the norm. I don’t like sparkling water. It tastes like TV static.
3) Tipping is not expected. Service is not a big thing like in the USA…our servers were never overly accommodating and one in Munich literally sighed out loud and was visibly annoyed with our requests.
4) You usually have to pay to use a public restroom. I think it was a quarter.

We went to the cutest little village and drank fancy lattes and bowls of pretzels. We explored cathedrals and old buildings and gardens. We hopped back on the train and went into the city of Frankfurt – very, very metropolitan in some areas but had dinner in Frankfurt’s “Old Town” – schnitzel, apple strudel, and delicious German beer! I drank more beer on this trip than I ever have cared to in my life! But hey, when in Germany, do as the Germans do! Somehow, somewhere we ended up in a street fair and drank mugs of hot mulled wine. This may have been the night that as we were getting on our train, we just about missed it so I hurried up and literally JUMPED through the train doors only for them to close on me anyways & trapped my backpack purse in the doors. The doors also do not open once they are closed (which the system believed they were) and so I was stuck. Literally, LODGED in between these mother freaking train doors and trying to wiggle free like a turtle rolled over on it’s shell *remember, this purse is being worn as a backpack* – well, fun fact – the train can’t move until all doors are ACTUALLY fully closed. So. Here my dumbass is, stuck between 2 doors via purse, having 2 men try to pry the stuck doors open enough for my purse break free so the doors can properly close all the way! I was mortified but couldn’t stop laughing and Lindsey couldn’t stop laughing so everyone moved away from us on the train. Not even my most embarrassing moment on this trip! Keep reading…

The next day we decided to head to Berlin for the day – the train ride was too expensive so we hopped a plane instead. I booked a budget hotel/motel that was somewhat walking distance to most things & very popular. Berlin is not walker friendly because everything is so spread out – you definitely need transportation or get a bike, however, I don’t remember seeing bike rentals anywhere although people were biking all around us. We walked most of our journey but also took a bus at one point and because we were out til 3 AM, we took an Uber back to our hotel. Berlin was freezing! And raining! Definitely our coldest stop. I pulled up directions to the Berlin Wall & we took off – nearly a 3 mile walk. As Apple maps is saying we are reaching our destination, I’m looking around for the Berlin Wall. I don’t see it. Where is this graffitied wall?! Well, there’s a visitor’s center…we walk inside to ask where the Berlin Wall is and they look at us like we’re stupid and point outside – that gray wall we’ve been walking alongside? THAT is the Berlin Wall. Us silly Americans. They explain to us if we’re looking for the graffitied sections, we need to head about 6 miles (I don’t believe they use miles but I’m using what I saw on my phone) away to the East Side Gallery & walk us through the bus we need & what stop to get off on. We spend a little time at the memorial center/visitor’s center because this is the ACTUAL thing we came to look at but heeded their instructions to get to the East Side Gallery. Once we got there, we were both freezing and soaking wet as the rain had picked up. We spent about 2 minutes looking at the art on the wall & went to go find a place to warm up at. We found a dark, beat up little cafe’/bar. I say dark & beat up in the most loving of ways because it was TOTALLY my style! Exposed brick, candle light, beaten furniture, peeling wallpaper. It was the perfect setting for a cold, gloomy afternoon! It was called Tante Emma (“Aunt Emma”) which is even more fitting as ,well, Emma! Lindsey had an Irish coffee & I had a hot chocolate with rum & cream. It was the most perfect little cafe’ to me. I loved it. One of my favorite stops.

Once warmed up, we walked through Berlin some more before deciding on dinner at a place recommended to us by her cousin – it was as “Old German” (I do hope this is not offensive in any way) as you could get which is what we were looking for! It did have TVs with sports playing which modernized it a bit though. Everyone spoke German & we couldn’t quite figure out what to order so we spoke to the bartender who spoke enough English to understand us (note – please out of respect, learn enough conversational phrases in the language of whatever country you’re going to) & we told him “we want sausages and sour kraut!” and hoped for the best. It was damn good. We had more German beer, whatever one they recommended to us at the bar and because they enjoyed us they comped us rounds of different shots! We stayed out pretty late that night because Berlin doesn’t really sleep! We hit different bars & wondered the city streets til about 2 AM – Berlin was so cool. It looks exactly how I imagined it – art & paint everywhere! And not to be terribly American but I kind of thought maybe a touch dangerous – but I ended up feeling so safe! If you can walk around a city at 2 AM and no one bother you at all then that’s saying something. We even made it all the way back to the East Side Gallery to where we could really look at the wall this time. We got an Uber to our hotel & he was really cool – there were some places we still hadn’t got to see so he drove us to them before dropping us off – free of charge. He drove us by the Bellevue Palace and the “tall, pointy tower” (the Berlin TV tower) – after a glass of wine at the hotel bar that was shockingly still open, we went to bed.

The next day was my most favorite – we hopped another short plane ride to Munich. We stayed in Dachau because one of our stops on this trip was the somber and sobering Dachau Concentration Camp. However, night 1 was going to be spent in Munich at Oktoberfest. We got to our hotel & put on our dinrdls that we purchased for Oktoberfest. I was so excited for this part even though at first I thought I looked ridiculous – however, given that I’m curvy & my tits were pushed all the way up to my chin, I was feeling pretty confident and ready to go drink! Famous last words. Anyways, we take the train into Munich and got off at our stop. Oktoberfest was so fun! I have never experienced anything like it in my life! The beer tents were packed to the brim with people! Men were grabbing us to dance & I got pulled out on the dance floor with a total stranger. All the men were extremely handsy and trying to flirt and holla and it was just too much!! I am a hit in Europe ya’ll. We went to every one of them but only drank at Hofbrauhaus. After pounding our first stein of beer (well hers was beer mixed with lemonade), we ventured back out for food & rides…yes…rides. After drinking that much beer. We were the only 2 on the ride (you know the fair ride that ,literally, only spins you around really fast? Most fairs call it the “Scrambler”? well, we rode that) anyways, being the only 2 on there, the ride operators decided to give us our money’s worth and gave us an EXTRA long ride! We had a blast…until I wasn’t anymore. I could feel the beer sloshing around in my stomach and we went faster and faster around in circles. Lindsey took a video and you can literally see the exact moment I was no longer enjoying myself on that ride. My maniacal laughter stopped and my face fell & I blurted out “Lindsey I wanna get off!” while HER crazy laughter continued as her ridiculous friend *me* was concerned about keeping a liter of beer inside of her. I survived. And so did our dresses.

We walked around and saw what we needed to see before Lindsey asked me “you ready to have another one?” I am very cocky. “Yeah!” I blurt out and we head back into the Hofbrauhaus tent and get our 2nd steins. I drink the 2nd stein and am vibing out and enjoying the music and fending off strangers when it hits me fo’ real fo’real this time – I am shit faced. This was not how this is supposed to go. I had read in travel blogs to pace yourself & I thought I did! Oh no…I am white girl wasted. In a different country. Where men have been grabbing at us all night. What if I pass out somewhere? Lindsey is tiny! She can’t protect us! What if I die? Is this what dying feels like? I think I’m dying. It’s so cold outside. I’m definitely going to die. Ya’ll I only had 2 damn steins! So I do what is clearly the logical thing to do – I text Clinton that I am very drunk and I’m very afraid for my safety. He loses his shit. He calls me immediately and I believe this is our conversation from what I can remember :

“Why are you afraid?! Are you okay?! What is happening?!” – him
“I’m fine! I’m just drunk! Whyyyyyy do you always stress out like this? Clinton this is ridiculous I am fine. Lindsey talk to him & tell him I’m fine! *Lindsey hands me my phone back saying “GIRL TALK TO HIM HE’S YELLING AT ME”* God Clinton I’m fine. You’re being dramatic. I’m fine. Okay whatever track my location we’re leaving anyways” – me

Somewhere in between this I know we stopped for more food – bought a pretzel that I thought could soak up some alcohol and help me get normal again. I dropped it. Last thing I really remember is Lindsey trying to order a sausage and some older man kidding with her & telling her what she ordered was “cow peepee” and she handed it back to the lady working the cart & asked for bratwurst.

So, anyways, my sweet, darling boyfriend tracked my little blue dot from location services from Oktoberfest all the way to Dachau, walking me through each individual step. I’m fine. I’m drunk and have to pee but I’m texting him so clearly I am fine. “I’m fine” – what this blog post should actually be called. “That time I was fine in Germany” My mother must be so proud. After begging Lindsey to please find me a bathroom (there were none) when we got off the train, we -very shockingly- made it to the hotel without me having a wet dress. I passed out in bed. Yes folks, that is the summary of my time at Oktoberfest. Food. Beer. Handsy men. Wasted. Argument with my boyfriend in America. Pass out.

I wake up at 5:30 AM on our last full day & shower & get ready. Never underestimate me – Lindsey woke up a little later & looks at me & says “I didn’t expect you to be up so early” to which I respond “Girl I am hydrated and showered and ready to go! I’ve already looked at the map! Dachau is walking distance from here! Let’s go!” – I was back in the game. I also sent a very lengthy apology text to Clinton. The rest of our trip was much tamer. I drank tons of water, for one. We walked to Dachau and had a very eye opening experience. Obviously unlike anything I have ever experienced. We stayed for hours. Original plans were to take a train to the Neuchwanstein Castle but we no longer had time so we just took a train into the city of Munich and explored. More churches and cathedrals and museums. We had a late lunch at Ratskeller, bought all of our souvenirs, and decided with this being our last night in Germany, that we weren’t going to sleep. We were going to stay up all night in Munich, take the train to get our bags, then take the train right back to Munich to catch our flight home! It was a great plan in theory but we were exhausted. We ended our trip in Munich at a hookah lounge splitting a cold cheese sandwich when Lindsey said “I can’t let my last German meal be this sandwich!” so we found a restaurant that was still open to have one more delicious meal at ,like, midnight.

It was the perfect trip! Even if you include me getting stuck between train doors or getting trashed at Oktoberfest or almost being charged 60 euro for a 10 euro ticket! It was a blast & my absolute favorite trip I’ve ever taken! I came home with the worst swollen feet and ankles I have ever experienced from all the alcohol and walking with little rest but I wouldn’t trade a single thing about this trip.

The things you read here are true and accurate & I will never water down an experience, even if it makes me look like a dick. I’m sure you can appreciate this.

So that was my experience with Germany! I hope that inspires you to book your trip out to Oktoberfest & to always drink responsibly!

– Autumn

Come Fly With Me

So I went back to work on July 1st as previously stated in my last post! My last trip was a 3 day that went from April 3rd to April 5th & at that given time masks were still not mandatory & shit was only starting to hit the fan. The month of March was kinda crazy – I experienced a side of people that was beyond anything I could imagine with the pandemic happening. We also went from full flights to carrying loads of 6 people on aircrafts built for nearly 200. It was NUTS! When April rolled around, I completed my one trip listed above before my airline wiped my schedule clean – all of the destinations I was originally supposed to be flying to that month? We were no longer servicing for the time being. Pretty much everyone got put on what’s called “TAJ” (see note at the end of this blog but ONE day I’m going to write a post describing my job a bit & including some terminology so ya’ll won’t be lost and bored when reading my posts) and the whole month went by with no flights. Mid-April, we were given the option of taking VTO (voluntary time off) for May – I immediately bid for my VTO slot. And I got it! Look y’all, I am downright obsessed with my job – it’s the freakin’ best, BUT I also have a very sick 85 year old grandmother, older aunts and uncles, my dad is a heavy smoker, and my boyfriend can NOT afford an extra hospital visit so it was definitely in my best interest to just take a backseat for a little bit. Not to mention, the last few trips I HAD worked had been hard on me so I thought it might be best for a mental break as well. When my company offered VTO slots for June, I wasn’t planning on taking it again until ,like, right before bidding I received messages from 4 of my friends saying they were taking it so I just panic bid “VTO” again & got it for June as well. It was okay though, I really enjoyed my time off – Clinton & I decorated our apartment properly, we celebrated his birthday with go-karting & dinner at the Melting Pot, I scrapbooked, I cooked & baked, we spent Easter at his sister’s & got to see his niece and nephew, we visited my mom in Kentucky (road trip), & my cousins in Nashville (previous post) and we just soaked up all our time together. Oh my goodness & I SLEPT! I slept ALL the time! It wasn’t half bad really considering for the past 3 years of my life I have not stopped moving! I have ,literally, been in fast forward since 2017. People (my family, co-workers, friends) point out to me all the time how I’m always on the go and it’s true – even when I’ve taken big trips (Germany, Italy, etc) I’ve not just hung out & relaxed on them. So for me to be able to just say fuck it & wake up at 11 AM? Okay fine! To NOT wear makeup daily?! Lord. I probably wore makeup 3x in those 3 months. It was awesome.

Okay so catching up, now it’s July. Masks are mandatory & flights are full again! I was as anxious for my first flight back as I would be if it were the first day of school. I am chasing this month (another term for a later post) which made me quite a bit calmer & my first trip was pretty easy ::

July 1 – I would deadhead to Minneapolis (this is an easy one – deadheading is riding as a passenger instead of working the flight but I’m in uniform & fully prepared if I’m needed – we like deadheading) then I would have a 3 hour and 50 minute sit (basically hangout in the airport) then I would work a flight to Las Vegas where I would then have a 27 hour long layover (exactly how it sounds – my airline has booked us a hotel & I will be in Vegas to do as I wish *responsibly* for 27 hours)

My friend Lindsey & her 2 adorable nieces were on my deadhead flight to Minneapolis & since I had such a long sit at the airport I walked with them to baggage claim & outside to meet up with her dad who was picking them up. It’s always a good time when I get to be with Lindsey! We had actually just had lunch together in Orlando a few days before this because she had an Orlando layover & I was still off work. Once Lindsey & the girls left with her dad I went back through KCM (Known Crew Member – the security line that crew goes through) & decided to walk around MSP (Minneapolis airport code) to see what was still open and how I could kill this 3 hour sit. As always, I went to Starbucks. Then a random gift shop. Then I just talked to Clinton for a little bit before it was time to get on our next aircraft and head off for Vegas!

Y’alllllll I LOVE Vegas. It is one of my top 5 American cities (top 5 listed below for those curious) & I’m never at a loss for things to do there! However, this time things were different. We got in at 5:30 PM and weren’t leaving until late the next day. I had trouble with my hotel room door and that postponed me leaving for the evening because instead of swapping my room? They sent a technician to my room to change out my entire key card swipe! Once I finally got to venture out I went to the strip to shop at the Miracle Mile shops in Planet Hollywood & just pop into some of my favorite resorts – okay, here’s where things are different – the Strip was empty. Of course masks are now mandatory, every other table game & slot machine in the casinos are blocked off/turned off/or have the seats taken away for social distancing, there’s stickers, signs, & banners EVERYWHERE saying to stay 6 ft apart, a lot of shops that I love are still closed, the pool was still closed at one of the resorts that I love & was looking forward to going to, and a lot of restaurants were still closed. I was walking to In-n-Out & 2 guards stopped me (mind you, I am still outside walking down the street & will be outside for a while before reaching In-n-Out) & they told me to put my mask back on. I couldn’t believe it! I was in the wide open outside! So apparently there are some areas in Vegas that you must wear your mask even if you’re outside. Also, there was hardly ANY vehicular traffic outside & an abnormally small amount of foot traffic. While I’m not an asshole who is going to pout about all this, I was still kinda sad to see it like that! It makes me sad for how life is going to be from now on – all of these wonderful places that exist out in the world will now be marred by new policies and protocols and that’s fine for the sake of safety but it’s okay to sorta mourn that idea too I think. I couldn’t imagine going some place as fabulous as ,say, New York City for the first time during this pandemic & not getting the true MAGIC of New York. I truly hope one day life isn’t how it is now.

However, I got to gamble a little bit (fun fact about me – I win big 90% of the times I play. I’ve won in Vegas, Atlantic City, & Baltimore) & spoiler alert – despite my fun fact there, I did NOT win this time. I’m blaming the fact that every other machine was disabled! I also went to the Flamingo to at least see the Flamingoes & all the fish & birds in their little hangout by the pool. Overall, it was a nice, relaxing, & LONG layover! Just how I like ’em!

July 2nd – so technically, I’ve covered some things I did on this day out & about in Vegas! But it was also day 2 of my 4 day trip. I went back to my hotel & took a nap for tonight’s flying because that night was our “funky night” – we would be leaving Vegas to fly to Portland, Oregon. Once we got to Portland, we would then have a 6 hour sit – anything over a 5 hour sit requires the company to reserve you a hotel room so you can nap. shower, eat, etc. I had already gotten my hotel/day room reservation in my email & was ready as I had never been to Portland before (almost 3 years in with my job & there’s quite a few destinations I haven’t got to go to yet!) – we got in at midnight, the hotel was close by, & the shuttle was already there waiting on us. We get to the hotel & scatter to our rooms (I was in a crew of 3 guys & me) and while I did not intend on a nap, I took a 2 hour long nap & man…it was hard waking up from that! At 4:15 AM, we were taking the shuttle back to the airport so we could work our 2nd leg of the trip – Portland back to Las Vegas. This time for a 13 hour layover in which I did nothing at all aside from order breakfast and go to sleep!

July 3rd – once again, technically I’m already on July 3rd above still being in Vegas. We were leaving at 11 PM PST to work a red eye flight back home to Orlando. We would get in at 6:30 AM EST on July 4th.

I kept this trip specifically for 2 reasons – the 27 hours in Vegas & the fact that I got home early on the 4th of July so I could rest up & spend the holiday with Clinton. Otherwise, I may would have considered dropping this trip for something else – although it wasn’t hard, I don’t care for redeyes and that 6 hour sit in Portland was rough even if we DID nap. It was so nice to be back in the skies though & while I was super anxious that I might be a little rusty, I got right back into the swing of things honey & just did the damn thing. When I got home, Clinton let me sleep late & then we drove (+Emma) down to Davenport for their fireworks show as most of Orlando’s had canceled. We had a really lovely time & it was nice to be out doing something different!

Weirdly enough, I am once again off for a while (I usually bid my schedules to have long blocks of time off in the middle so we can travel OR I’ll pick up work trips if I feel like makin’ some extra money) and won’t be working another trip til the 17th. Ya know, I had to break myself in easy! But it’s okay because at least I’m back in the game! While things have definitely changed, I feel so much more normal just knowing that I’m working again.

**I don’t know who reads this or if anyone reads this at all, but I have grown to learn that the thing I get asked most about if my job and travel. So many girls (and the occasional guy) has asked me what it’s like being a flight attendant, how they can become a flight attendant, etc. The next most requested is “can you give me suggestions on what to do in ________? & where to eat in _______?” so I was thinking maybe that can be a thing I cover in upcoming posts? Cover how to get a job like mine & what it’s really like and also maybe pick a city & do a mini travel guide for it? Ya know what, I’ll work on it. Let me know what you think!

***Top 5 Favorite American Cities as I said I would post above –
1) New York City. Always and forever.
2) Las Vegas
3) New Orleans
4) Nashville
5) Washington DC

As always, it’s been a pleasure.

– Autumn

Mickey’s Corporate Office

Last year I finally had to reevaluate what people had access to in my life (says the girl who tells everything on the internet) – but no, it’s true. Last year I felt very unsupported by those closest to me & so I had to learn what was okay to be known by others and what I would just have to do on my own and keep for myself.

All of my life choices were under attack (that sounds dramatic yes?) – the home I wanted to buy? Transferring bases from MCO to DFW? My boyfriend? Buying a new car? Everything was met with zero support. Honestly, zero support doesn’t even begin to describe it. I have never felt so alone before & hell, I’ve been through a divorce. I didn’t even feel that alone THEN. I have went over this particular blog post at least 5x and have changed my mind that many times about what I post. I want to express how hurt & upset I was but I don’t want it to come off as attacking or airing dirty laundry especially since this post ends on such a happy note. I will not out the individuals who expressed their unwanted concern but I will say one thing – of all the people in this grand world we live in that a person could possibly want to worry about, I am the last one I could ever imagine! Start at home first. I got it really goin’ on for myself & I will forever toot my own horn. I’m good love, thanks. 

So with that being said – I didn’t buy the house because Clinton got hurt & I didn’t want additional distractions. I didn’t transfer to DFW because MCO reached peak flight attendant capacity & closed the base to transfers meaning that if I decided to go to Dallas and HATED it? I’d be stuck there because Orlando no longer had room for me. I chose Florida and I will always choose Florida. I didn’t buy a new car because ,while I had some major car trouble, turns out? My lovely Sonnie the Sonata fell into a batch of cars that were eligible for a recall. God looked out for me & so did Deland Hyundai when they put a new engine in…free of charge. And as for my boyfriend? You have a man who worships the ground you walk on THEN come talk to me honey. By the end of the year, I was over it. It was ,very simply put, – time for me to go.

Moving to Orlando (MCO) was the easiest decision I’ve been faced with in a long time. I mean, I wanted it to be a suburb of Orlando but somehow we ended up in the heart of the city and I shockingly love it. I looked during every free moment for homes, apartments, condos, etc but couldn’t find anything that made my heart skip so Clinton called Kristen to help me since she is in real estate. Once again, she pulled through! She drove up & presented me with about 12 options that we hit up in one day. With Clinton on FaceTime for the ones that we liked, he and I narrowed it down to two. We actually preferred one more than the other but sadly they rented their last unit before I could weasel my way in. So, we now live in our 2nd choice & that’s fine by us – he had went to Texas for about 4 months with his dad to continue his healing after all the hospitalizations were complete & so we missed each other bad – and although, I went to Texas for days (upwards of weeks, sometimes, if I bid my schedules to have long blocks of off days) it wasn’t the same. So on my last trip to Texas, we sat up filling out applications for our unit and getting things set up. January 7th? I moved in. He came about 2 weeks later after wrapping up some therapies and doctor’s appointments. I never told a soul that I deemed unnecessary to know, I moved myself in all on my own (as Clinton was still in Texas), and to this day? No one knows our address. It has been the most peaceful transition I have ever made. I needed this. I needed the alone time (Clinton is here, yes, but that’s different) – I function so much better on my own. I try not to judge but being in my 30s and still living with family just made me feel like such a loser even if it WAS only for a year. I also needed being close to work – Daytona Beach is about an hour and a half from the airport I work out of…imagine making that drive when you have a 5 AM show time. That would put me leaving Daytona at 2:30 AM because I ALWAYS get to work an hour early (early is on time, on time is late, and late is a NO!) and me waking up at 1:30 AM. Back that up with saying I might not be in a hotel room on a trip until 5 PM? I would be EXHAUSTED. And sadly, that’s not even a hypothetical situation – I have done those exact hours before! Anyways, I now live 20 minutes from the airport. I drive every day past Volcano Bay & Universal Studios…there’s a red light that is on a road that runs behind Universal and one day I was stopped there & looked over and saw the Hogwarts Express & that’s when my heart skipped a little…I live in a beautiful, fun city. One that I feel safe in & one that I feel happy in. One where you see Mickey Mouse far more than normal and THAT my friends, makes me happy! I’ve been just a tiny bit bummed because this was the year that I wanted to buy Disney annual passes but then Covid hit and Disney’s been closed so we haven’t got to take advantage of a lot of the wonderful things Orlando has to offer us but we have plenty of time! 

I have not worked since April 5th but I officially return on July 1st & I cannot wait to be back on the APM in the airport listening to those classic words “This is Orlando mayor, Buddy Dyer…” – I am a little anxious but am so ready. The world has been crazy lately hasn’t it?! But I like the idea of returning to work & feeling some normalcy! 

As for home life, me, Clinton, Emma during her custody visits with us (she still goes to my dad every 2 weeks per my made-up custody arrangement with him as I could never take her from him, they love each other too much), and Nagini (our snake we got together in 2018) are welcoming visitors & friends. We are happy, healthy, & together in our little luxury apartment in the sky aka the 3rd floor.

– Autumn (& Clinton, Emma, & Nagini)


There is something about Nashville that is very good for my soul. When I leave Nashville, I feel good – rejuvenated, really. When I leave Nashville, I feel like I can take on life again.

It could be my love of country music & especially old country. Maybe it’s seeing images of women that I respect & admire such as Dolly Parton & Loretta Lynn around the city (a worthy random note – allegedly Loretta Lynn is my 4th cousin according to my dad and aunt Patty) It could also be my love for vintage & antique shopping. Maybe it’s the bomb southern food. Or maybe it’s my favorite little celebrity-ran boutiques are all clustered up in the most darling little neighborhoods that I want to fully explore one day. Could be the music pouring out of every neon signed bar & honky tonk down Broadway. Could be that it’s just mountainous enough for me to get my fix when I need to see them but city enough to where I don’t feel suffocated. Hell, I actually think it’s all of that!

But really? I leave Nashville feeling so good because of the family I have there. I adore all of my family but I have learned, some of them it’s best I love from a distance due to burnout. My Nashville family? I don’t have that issue with. My Nashville family have never felt the need to ask me invasive (ie : rude) questions such as how much our rent is living in Orlando, what I see in my boyfriend (“is it a sex thing?”), or why I chose to dye my hair the dark shade that I do (I have fuckin’ grays, mind ya business). I have “ran away” to Nashville every time I need a soul cleansing and it works every single time. I wouldn’t call this time “running away” but this visit stemmed from just missing my people. I’m in a group chat with all of my cousins and it hit me hard one day that ,wow, I really miss these people. My cousin & his wife just had their baby in April and due to Covid I wasn’t traveling and didn’t even want to travel but day after day I would see the cutest pictures on Instagram and Facebook of my new sweet baby cousin/nephew (we are both only children so I’m claiming aunt status on his baby instead of cousin status) and I just couldn’t take much more of the FOMO! It was time to go.

Clinton & I packed up and headed off to the airport on Thursday and after a short, smooth, hour & a half flight, we made it to BNA & was picking up our rental. Before we did ANYTHING, we drove to Hattie B’s for lunch so I could have my beloved hot chicken & pimento cheese mac & cheese. It was everything I remembered! We then drove down Broadway so he (probably mostly me) could see it & then we went to my cousin Sara’s. Again, I am an only child and technically Sara is my 3rd cousin but in our family it just never felt that way – my dad & his cousins were always close so their kids were always around me. I’ve always considered Sara more of a sister to me than her actual position in my family. None of this makes sense & I’d actually have to map out my family because honestly, we’re more confusing than the bloodlines on “Game of Thrones”. But yeah – Sara. My third cousin/may-as-well-be sister. We spent every single summer together, most Christmases, and a lot of random weekends when one of our parents would randomly decide to drive to the others. I would say easily 90% of my childhood laughter was with her. I have always associated being with Sara with laughter. We stayed over there damn near all evening & Clinton really hit it off with her man, Charles. They sat and talked cars, racing, & derbying all evening & I never once worried about him not “meshing”. It does a heart good to see the one you love clicking with the ones you love! Sara & I even took off to go get dinner for us all & as we were setting it all up at home, my cousin Gus & his wife, Bruna showed up with new baby “O” (he has a name, duh, but privacy). I hadn’t met Bruna before but she is amazing & of course, baby O is amazing & so sweet. I even held him & if you know me at all, this is a shocker – I don’t hold babies. I don’t WANT to hold your baby. But O? Yes. I wanted to hold him. I want to hold him MORE! I even want to BABYSIT him one day! And he didn’t cry…he gave me the side eye a lot but he didn’t cry! I feel like babies are like animals in the way they can smell fear so I truly expected him to cry & I’d have my feelings hurt but me & O? We did good together even if it was for 10 minutes.

That night we drove down to Dondi’s, where we would be staying. Dondi is my daddy’s cousin, making us 2nd cousins, but again – she’s more like my aunt. I adore my Dondi. She is the perfect yin & yang to me – a total hippie whose home smells of essential oils & has crystals & plants “charging” and “cleansing” all over her beautiful home but also had been in the military most of her life & won’t care to beat your ass. I look up to her in so many ways – and she is the one I run to when I need the soul cleansing. I went to her before I decided officially on divorce, I went to her during troubles with Clinton, I went to her over my weight gain. If ANYTHING happens to me, I run to her. And she says something ridiculously outspoken and blunt that should be obvious, yet when Dondi says it you’re like “Holy shit she’s right! Brilliant!” and the clouds part and suddenly you know what to do with your life. She recently opened her own massage studio in Nashville and asked me & Clinton if we’d like to come get massaged. Of course we would! So that’s what we did on Saturday – we all had breakfast together with her husband Dan, and then made our way to the massage studio for a very blissful 4 hours (yes! We got very lucky & she gave us 2 hour long massages) – my massage was so soothing that I fell asleep on the table! I went shopping during Clinton’s massage (her studio is VERY close to all those little celebrity-ran/owned boutiques I mentioned above!) but when I came back, she had him pain free, walking straighter than he has in ages, and completely giddy over how good he felt. She even hit him with a few Dondi-isms and he was repeating things she had talked with him about – issues he has with certain people in his life – about how he “just needed to breathe and let that shit go!” and he was telling me in the car “…and it just hit me. She’s RIGHT. I DO need to let this shit go or I’ll never have any peace!” and I’m just sitting beside him like “Well I’ve only been telling you this for 2 years now but YES! Isn’t she great?!” and he is so happy he proclaims he’s buying her dinner when we go out that night!

Saturday, he & I dipped out early to have breakfast at Biscuit Love downtown & I wanted to take Clinton down Broadway for real this time. Breakfast was amazing but Broadway didn’t do it for us at all as so many places were still closed. We tried to rent those little scooters from Uber & ride around but after 3 failed attempts in the crazy heat I got irritated and blurted out that I’d just walk and he could do whatever – he finally found one that worked for about 5 minutes then died as he was going uphill. We gave up and went back to Sara’s. The 3 of us girls had plans anyways around midday – so we went to pickup Bruna & get started. The 3 of us ended up back downtown to The Stage for some drinks & laughs before having to head back home because baby O wasn’t feeling very good for his dad but it would be okay because that night we had a planned family dinner at Dondi’s for all of us. It was so good. Just what the heart needed. I just wish we would have gotten a full family photo!!

My heart is happy & I didn’t even go for a soul cleansing this time, even though that’s what I came home with. See, not only was I meeting Bruna & O for the first time, Clinton was meeting EVERYONE for the first time & vice versa – would they love him? Turns out, they DO. He has gotten rave reviews! He also finally met my mother for the first time this year and when we left I just felt so at ease. It’s really quite lovely being with someone who fits so easily into your life with no awkwardness. To have your family, whom you love & respect & value their opinions, hug your man and tell him that they love him just warms my soul.

We are hoping that on our next trip up more things will be opened and we are also planning on making the drive to Lynchburg to visit the Jack Daniels distillery together – I went 2 years ago with Sara & we had so much fun! OH and let’s not forget, Clinton wants more massages (actually I wouldn’t say “no” to that myself!)

“It’s good to know that the ones you love will always be in your heart. And if you’re very lucky, only a plane ride away” – Carrie Bradshaw

– Autumn

I Like Big Tubs & I Cannot Lie

Let me set the scene –

It’s January 2019, I am in Daytona at my dad’s house because this starts my first month of being based in Orlando – I have broken up with Clinton (although we still talk daily & have planned for him to visit me for a date in Orlando), I am buying a home in Ormond Beach (that I ended up not buying), and it is my LAST month on reserve before having my very first line at work (redeye turns to Aguadilla, Puerto Rico).

My phone vibrates with a photo and video from Clinton of the project he’s working on after hours for/at work – see, he was working for a company that does bathroom renovations & they wanted a promotional piece for home shows, booths, etc – they’ve finished it. It hasn’t been painted yet but it’s running – the bathtub go-kart. Yes. BATHTUB. GO-KART. It is literally the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen in my life. I mean, it’s cool & quirky & weird but it is totally ridiculous. I have actually had people ask me if he makes these for a living and can they buy one? Anyways, I shoot off a text back to him that says “Nice! Ride it!” and wait for a response. I never got one. Since we weren’t really dating anymore, the lack of response didn’t surprise me. I figured he WAS test driving it then I knew he planned to go to a car show that night with our friend Miguel so I just assumed that explained the silence.

A few hours later I am about to lay down & my phone lights up with a Facebook message – this is weird because I had deactivated my Facebook about 5 months ago at this point, so I grab it & see that it’s from Julie, his step mom, whom I haven’t talked to in months –

“Call me ASAP. Clint got hurt” 

My stomach lurched & I click the number she sent to call her immediately. She tells me that he’s crashed the bathtub go-kart, he is unconscious/unresponsive, and that she doesn’t know everything but will call me back when she does. She tells me he is in St. Mary’s Trauma Center in West Palm & to get there ASAP.

Ya’ll I have so much anxiety as I type this stuff out right now – my hands are cold, my stomach hurts. I hate this time period of my/our life. 

Anyways, I scramble around throwing on my dirty clothes from that day & run out into the living room telling my dad “I gotta go! Clint crashed the go-kart! I gotta go to West Palm Beach!” – my dad is as dumbstruck as I was for a minute then starts saying he’ll go with me but I truly have no idea how long I’ll be there because I don’t really know everything that is wrong so I tell him to stay & I’ll be fine. In my mind he probably only knocked himself out & maybe broke a rib or something.

On my way to West Palm I’m doing a lot of praying & my phone rings, it’s Julie with an update – “honey he has swelling in his brain so they had to cut a piece of skull out to relieve it…he has multiple breaks in his face…bruised lungs…broken ribs…broke his femur in multiple pieces…” and suddenly, shit just got very real. All this from a go-kart? He loves those things! He loves speed & adrenaline & building things…he is GOOD at stuff like that. 

Eventually I reach the hospital and I pull into some familiar faces & some not so familiar faces & my stomach lurches more. I park & get out & am waiting on one of these faces to approach me but they don’t…instead Brandy comes up to me & I’m so thankful it’s her and not one of these other people. I know Brandy & I like Brandy so seeing her is comforting. She engulfs me in a long hug & tells me she’s happy I’m here & we walk in together. Once I’m inside my head is spinning & my stomach is so upset & I’m hearing & seeing so much that I don’t want to hear & see. Brandy, Ash, Miguel, & I go into his room to see him & there he is – naked & covered by a gown, bloody, swollen, purple, head wrapped in gauze, tubes everywhere. It’s really something & I’ve never seen a person after a severe accident aside from in the movies. For a split second my dramatic ass believes I may pass out because it was just too much all at once. Miguel grabbed me a chair and slid it under me…I didn’t pass out. Finally, someone told me that Boyde had been asking about me so I went outside to sit with him for a bit. Everyone started deciding where they were going to go for the night – Miguel offered his house & Brandy & Ash said I could go home with them. I decided on Brandy & Ash, then Miguel changed it up & said he thought I should stay at the hospital. That was both shocking and flattering to me – Boyde said it was okay if I did. At that point, it felt like I had a weird new responsibility. I WOULD stay at that hospital & I WOULD be the best hospital stayer there ever was! I would NOT let Boyde down! So. Everyone scattered and I went back into the trauma center and sat in his room. At this point it’s about 2 AM. If we’re being totally transparent here, I had taken a melatonin back in Daytona when I thought I was going to bed although that feels like forever ago at this point & the adrenaline had fought most of that off, but I was officially exhausted and was going to be needing some sleep soon. Sometime closer to 3 AM, I told his nurse I’m going to bed & I’ll be out in my car – she lets me know that the hospital is in a bad neighborhood and to definitely NOT sleep in my car. She goes and gets me a stack of sheets and a pillow so I can sleep in the lobby of the trauma center. She also informs me that at 3:30 she’s reducing his sedation medicine in an attempt to wake him up if I’d like to stick around for a little bit! It didn’t seem like him waking up at that time would be possible but it was an exciting idea at the same time so I stuck around & we waited a bit…I watch as the levels of the sedation medicine drop on the monitors & she begins to call his name a few minutes later. Nothing. She pokes, prods, & eventually asks me to try calling his name…nothing. We have nothing. And we would continue to have nothing for 13 days.

Over the next 13+ days, it would be just the biggest shit show of just…everything. There was the possibility he was having seizures but ended up being a reaction to his meds. Brandy messaged me one day while I was at work saying he needed blood. They put a rod in his leg. He received a pick line, a GI tube, and was put on a ventilator. The emotions ran wild man, the fuckin’ emotions. Not even just mine but his family’s and his friends. Some needed to know how rent would be paid. His family moved him out of our old apartment while I was at work one weekend. We stayed in hotels I booked using my airline discounts & eventually Boyde would rent a spot on a campground & bring his camper. I kinda went back and forth between the camper & our friend Kristen’s ,whom I made amends with that sadly, I was a horrible friend to at times but luckily for me, she is clearly much better at friendship & stayed kind to me when it was truly appreciated. It was a weird time during those days – one time I messed up the hotel reservation & wasn’t even supposed to be staying there & ended up having to share a bed with Boyde. It was definitely awkward but honestly we were so exhausted from everything we retired to our individual sides & didn’t dare budge. I love Boyde, he’s my extra dad at this point, but that was the most uncomfortable I think I’ve ever been. Oh, Brandy & I shared a freakin’ tent once. A TENT. We sat outside & drank Jameson out of coffee mugs around a campfire & making fun of the oddball campground neighbor who’d come try to holla (“Look sir. Her husband is a pilot. My man is unconscious. Please don’t make me go get Boyde!”). Kristen and I had Galentine’s Day that resulted in 2 bottles of wine & both of us crying until she finally was just like “we need to just go to bed” – a few days later Brandy & I attempted a Galentine’s Day ourselves (I adore Valentine’s Day…it’s one of my favorites) & the same damn thing happened. There I was sitting outside around a campfire, giant glass of wine, and a face mask on…crying. I cried a lot…over everything…to anyone…at least once a day. I truly could not control my emotions. Piled on top of this was when February came around, so did those red eye turns to Puerto Rico. The actual flights were easy peasy – Puerto Ricans are wonderful people & red eyes mean that everyone is sleeping – except us flight attendants. The lack of sleep from working red eyes really ran it’s toll on me & so that didn’t help at all. I could barely make the drive to WPB without stopping at a rest area or a parking lot and just nap. Hell, I couldn’t even make it back to Daytona without stopping at the lone rest area on I-4 and sleeping in my car some mornings. I would talk to his friend Dustin every single morning like clockwork to help me stay awake on the drive home & if anyone knows the struggle, it’s that man. He helped ease me into participating in life many times. It was just fucking hard. And that was just on me – I at least still worked & was able to have breaks. His family certainly didn’t have that luxury.

One of the biggest causes of stress & worry (aside from the obvious like his health & well-being) was that I was worried that I shouldn’t even be there. Yes, PEOPLE wanted me there but what if HE didn’t? We had only dated just shy of a year but we had lived together most of that time & I think that extra layer of closeness got to me. However, I was convinced he would just look at me one day when he really came to and would be like “okay well Autumn this has been really nice of you but did I ask you for any of this?” – I was worried that I looked like a sad, crazy, clingy, and DESPERATE woman over the fact that I didn’t go home at all and I thought many times (MANY) that maybe I should just leave & stop coming around. No one could reassure me of anything different, even though everyone tried. Finally it all boiled down to this – if when he woke up & I was no longer welcome, that would hurt, yes, and I would stop visiting, but at least I did good things for someone I loved very much. Good karma/broken heart. Tough pill to swallow.

However, he DID wake up. And he DID want me there, so my fears started to be alleviated. The day he truly started to wake up, I had to go back to work. I went in the room & told him I loved him but I had to leave & go to work – he definitely didn’t understand me because he wrinkled his face up & looked confused. I had made it up to Port St Lucie & Kristen texted me saying “we think he’s asking for you” – mind you, he couldn’t really talk with all the new additions to his throat/neck. I asked how they came to that conclusion and she said that he kept mouthing something so Brandy leaned in close to see if she could understand and she caught “where” and “Autumn”. Brandy told him I had to leave for work but I’ll be back soon. I started bawling & asked if I should turn around and come back (haha)

Now fast forward over 1 year later. My boyfriend is a traumatic brain injury (TBI) survivor. He has some gnarly head scars (“God’s tattoos” – grandma Shirley, because Clint is heavily tattooed), that pretty sweet rod in his leg complete with not-so-sweet calcium deposit on his knee, and lots of new hardware in his face. We have everything in our new place ranging from a wheelchair, walker, cane, splints, and a big assed shoe with a lift (“Where is my platform?!” is something you’ll hear in our house & it makes me giggle every time) He had months of therapies in one of the biggest & best rehabilitation hospitals in the country. We have dealt with meds, newfound anxiety, intrusive thoughts, eye problems, dental problems, and we have a freezer stuffed full of ice packs to help him deal with his “lava brain”. While not all of these (eyes/teeth) are brain injury symptoms just know one thing – brain injuries are fucking wild. I read up a lot now on TBI/ABI and brain health in general & I am in constant awe. He is doing so well though, damn near back to normal – if you meet him I guarantee you within 5 minutes he is going to start in with “On January of ’19, I crashed a go-kart going between an estimated 80-90 mph into a palm tree, face first with no helmet on…” and I kinda cringe and let him tell his story. I’ve heard that story enough that I can repeat it in the exact way he says it. More often than not I look at him & say “Now babe…did they ASK for all that? NO! They were offering us a free sample of cheese!” and he says “I know I know but it’s like word vomit I CAN’T HELP IT” – I have at least got him to STOP saying the part about where he believes he survived worse injuries than what killed Dale Earnhardt Sr. Holy shit, that used to kill me. This mofo and his bathtub was really out here trying to be more badass than DALE EARNHARDT. 

To this day, we do not know what happened with that go-kart that caused all this. No one has even seen it! It’s in impound in WPB. The guy who he was building the go-kart with was unaware that something had even happened & a total stranger was the one that found him – his name is Ryan & according to the police report, he worked at a business in the same plaza and was around the back of the complex loading his truck. He heard the engine running on the go-kart & went to look to see what he was hearing & saw Clinton sprawled out in the damn tub (I KNOW…RIDICULOUS) & choking on his own vomit. Ryan cleared his airways & called 911. Ryan also doesn’t usually work nights or weekends. Life is crazy. One day we plan to meet Ryan but sadly, his contact information was lost.

All is pretty normal nowadays though. Our relationship is better than ever & certainly not questioned anymore – as it turns out, all you need is a near death experience to make you realize what’s important and what you really want out of life. While this method apparently works, it’s definitely a 0/10 – DO NOT RECOMMEND. 

I thank you all for reading a very long post. I never wanted to write about this actually because it seriously fucks with me to have to talk about the early months of his accident ,however, he requested this piece. It was somewhat therapeutic to finally write it & I still neglected some details. I hope this post doesn’t come off as tone deaf or selfish like “my sorta/kinda boyfriend was dying & all I cared about was if he loved me!” – that wasn’t the intention at all. I was just very simply telling a story from my point of view.

Brain injury & references to his accident will come up from time to time because ,well, it’s part of our life now & I may write about something that he’s done that’s really weird & ya’ll may be like “what the fuck is wrong with her boyfriend?!” & now you know – he has a TBI bruh. 

He would also like you to know before I totally sign off here that while he definitely has some PTSD involving palm trees now (unfortunate as we live in Florida), he still loves riding go-karts.

– Autumn (& Clinton)

Well Shit, What’re Ya’ll Doin’?

Hey guys!

I’m assuming if you’re reading this then you clicked a link I shared on Facebook so you all already know me and there’s no real need to introduce myself.


On the off chance that you aren’t my mom, her friends, and maybe 2 people from my high school, I’d like to take this time to do a simple refresher.

First off, I’m Autumn. I’m 32, a flight attendant, a southern lady/Florida beach bum, happily taken, and obsessed with my dog (Emma Lou). I am also a lover of words. Writing is the only thing I am truly good at. Fun fact – I have had a blog nearly consistently since the MySpace days. They have all been terribly unsuccessful. Yet that doesn’t stop me! This domain was the last blog I had & I quit writing here in 2018. I was a reserve flight attendant who was busier than ever but did not really have the $150 to keep up the business plan I had purchased for the blog. Could I have dropped down to a cheaper plan? Of course I could have but I would have lost all of my custom features I had added on. I also just wasn’t feeling it. My content was of poor quality sometimes because I had a lot to say but not a lot of time to type out a proper post. I hope to change this all around.

Lots has changed since 2018 & I have missed having a space for my words! Quarantining especially has really brought that out in me – I have really needed a creative outlet! Turns out, Amazon is NOT that! Of course, I could have kept a nice journal or something but I usually just resort to jotting things down in the Notes app on my phone. Finally tonight, after my boyfriend & our dog went to bed, I crept into the living room with my long-neglected MacBook & clicked onto good ol’ WordPress. And ya’ll, I barely remember shit about blogging! My eyes were going crossed trying to figure things out! OH, and I should note – this time I did not purchase the business plan. Ya know…justincase.

If you’re a reader of the former “Me, You, & Emma-Lou” I’d like to say at this time – welcome back! I’m happy you are here & have taken even a mild interest or curiosity in my life & my writing! Gone are the days of posting about divorce and emotionally abusive partners or of getting my nipples pierced. Yes, first page & I’m already throwing nipples out there – I really wrote a whole page about that in 2017. It was titled “Bad Bitch” and contained lyrics from a rapper named Webbie. In my defense I was “finding myself” and embracing the “young, wild, & free” persona. I regret NOTHING. Nowadays though, you’ll find me talking more about travel, my job, my man, & our life in Orlando.

If you’re a new friend here, welcome! I’m happy to have you here as well! As a quick overview – I’m probably going to overshare things (see above), I’m definitely going to have a potty mouth (sorry not sorry), and I pretty much write exactly how I would say something to you in person. Please don’t let that scare you away.

I’m going to take this time to toot my own horn & post my first 5 star review –
“You should write again! Your blog is the only thing I have ever voluntarily read in my life from start to finish” – my boyfriend, folks. What a man.

Thanks for clicking guys! Let’s do this again sometime!

– Autumn