This is a basic introduction to my blog and why I'm starting this(: I shall try not to ramble too much, although that is probably impossible because I am just a rambler in general.
I named this blog Fashionable Wanderlust for two reasons: I love fashion and I have a serious case of wanderlust. This is how I ended up moving to Houston on my own in the Summer of 2012. I was going to study fashion merchandising and live somewhere I'd never even been before. After having grown up moving around quite a bit, I have determined that I have a gypsy soul and am determined to live/visit as many places as possible. After successfully completing my first semester at Houston Community College, winter break came and I was enjoying the small break, just going to work and continuing to live on my own. And then 2013 started. And this is where I feel my story is really starting.
On January 2, 2013, I left work early. There simply was no need for me, as it was hardly busy. Several things could have happened that would have changed my course home significantly, but this is what happened: I got on the train, got off at a stop earlier than I was considering, didn't try to run to get on the bus. I figured there were several buses I could catch. I had about 15-20 minutes, and in that time I contemplated walking to the Walgreens across the street, but I ended up planting myself on the bus bench. A few minutes before the next bust was supposed to show up, a car pulled up to the curb rather fast. I however, hardly paid attention to it. I think it may have been a white car, but I'm not entirely positive. Someone got out and sat next to me. I had grown accustomed to keeping to myself while traveling through the city, I thought maybe it'd keep me safer. So I sat there, minding my own business, sure the bus was going to come soon and I'd be on my way to the grocery store with no problem. The next thing I remember is waking up on the ground, fairly certain I was on my back although that is slightly hazy. I couldn't move at first, and I think the first thing I thought was "are you kidding me" as I realized I my purse was nowhere to be found. I finally somehow managed to move after a couple of minutes, struggling to sit up as I somehow made it back to sitting on the bench. I had no idea what to do. I was dazed, I didn't know what happened, I didn't have a phone since that was stolen, which meant the only numbers I had memorized were my own and 911. I somehow determined that I was going to either get to the Walgreeens and call 911 or somehow make it back to the train and back to work, since I knew they had my emergency numbers. I didn't know which needed to be call first, 911 or my parents. As I stood up from the bench, it was clear I couldn't really walk. I stumbled to a small post, and I rested on it for a few seconds. I started walking again, but then it became apparent that I couldn't even make it to the crosswalk. I ended up sitting in the middle of the sidewalk and scooting backwards on my butt until I was resting my back against the a post. It was not too long after this that some kind man finally stopped to help me. This is after I had been ignored by a few people, although I am not here to complain about that. All I am is very grateful to this man who stopped to ask the girl crying on the ground if she was ok. After I managed to get out what I could, he called for help and stayed until the ambulance took me away.
Since I don't really want to continue to bore anyone bothering to read this, to make a long story short, the ER dr was nice enough to call my work and get my emergency numbers. At first, everyone thought things would be fine and dandy, but then they got my CT scan results and realized that I would probably need surgery the next day. Which happened, and honestly I just remember being happy to sign consent forms. Probably the most adult thing I've had to do in my 20 (almost 21 now) years of life. Also, this required my head being shaved and if you know me you know I hate having short hair): My hair was past my hips and the shortest I was considering was MAYBE a bob but that was highly unlikely. But I guess that's why there's wigs and I'm told I look like I'm making a bold fashion statement so I'm trying to stay positive about my current lack of hair (which I shall post sometime!)
So after all this, it quickly was determined I would have to drop half my classes for the spring semester, since I'm not really in condition to be in the classroom, trying to sew and such. It seemed like yet another road block had occurred in my life plan, although this time I'm determined to not let this stop me or discourage me at all. Which is why I have started this blog. Fashion is something I love. This past semester was the best time I've ever had in school, I was actually interested in what I was learning and felt so proud for paying attention. I am determined to still have a career in the industry. So I have decided to start this blog to post my fashion inspirations/finds/thoughts/etc(: Plus I seriously need something to kill the time and keep my mind occupied because I definitely over-exerted myself the past couple of days trying to prove I was ok. I'm very determined to get home to VA soon. Of course, not everything I post will be fashion related, I just want to keep inspiration in my life everyday while I recover and even after. I am set on taking this life experience and staying positive about it. I truly believe that trials are handed to us so that when we make it past them, we realize just how strong and capable we are. Life is not meant to be easy, but it also not meant to be given up on. I'm lucky enough that two of my classes I can still take because they are online, but it's still not the same as being able to go to Textiles and Ready to wear construction I'm sure you'll see a lot of nail polish posts, since I have a not so secret addiction to varnish and I think it's time I share it with the world(;
Anyway, I know this probably didn't make much sense, but keep in mind I'm still on meds so I'll just blame that for any ramblings! Anyway, hope y'all enjoy what I do post and feel free so comment!(:
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