Just a little light bathroom reading...

Hey friends,
So as you all may have noticed, I really am the worst blogger ever. But considering I was just out attempting to save the world and then returned to having 2 part time jobs and a million other obligations, I know you all understand that posting hasn’t been my top priority since returning home.
 
Anyway, in the 2+ months that I have been back on the east coast things have somewhat gone exactly the way I thought they would. I went back to my part time job at the Wells Fargo Center as a court side server for the Philadelphia 76ers. I spend the hectic holiday season with my very large family, discussing topics such global warming not existing and how to get rid of the cats that are currently residing in my sister’s back yard.
 
I caught up with friends that I missed desperately. I dabbled in my passed long term relationship that I knew would inevitably crash and burn and of course… it did without fail. I ran into people that I was stoked to see and I ran into people that I sort of hoped to never see again for the rest of my life. I ate way too much. I drank way too much. The essentials of a normal homecoming (As if I didn’t do that when I was home all the time).
 
But lucky enough I actually had some unexpected occurrences upon arriving in the city of brotherly love. As you probably read in my other posts, I was stressed to the max about finding a job. Well the day after graduating from AmeriCorps I actually received 2 separate job offers. One working at the University of Pennsylvania and the other at QVC (yes, the channel that convinces your mom/ aunt/ grandmom to buy a bunch of stuff they probably don’t need). So an ivy league offer and finally an offer in production wasn’t bad to come back too. I took the position at QVC as it is actually in the field I went to school for, something I really thought was never going to happen.
 
I was able to reconnect with some friends that I was convinced I had forced out of my life forever. Funny how a couple drinks, some bad karaoke and an unexpected hangover can make you forget all the awkwardness that should have been felt in a situation. I’ve been able to keep in contact with my FEMA friends and family more than I even expected, making this transition back into real life much, much easier. And I have even been able to keep some of the most terrifying thoughts and all the “Now What’s” I had about coming home at bay. Shocking I know. I have been going with the flow for what feels like the first time in my life.
 
But the most surprising thing i think i have experienced since being home, is the amount of people that have asked me, "Hey, are you going to post another blog soon?" 
 
Seriously. I mean, I knew that some of you guys check in with me from time to time, but to hear that people were actually hoping for more is a pretty unreal feeling. During one of my first weekends back i was told by a friend i had not seen in years, "Hey i was kind of disappointed that you don't really post on your blog anymore. It was something nice to read while i was on the toilet"
 
Charming right? Needless to say that is where the title for this post comes from. 
 
But it really was nice to hear that people not only checked in regularly but actually cared about what I had to say. I had a few people tell me how they could really relate to the trials and tribulations I was facing throughout this year.
 
I have even had a number of incoming FEMA Corps members reach out to me with questions about the serious life journey they are about to begin
 
(Author’s note: If you are one of said corps members, please feel free to DM me and keep the questions coming, my twitter and Insta handle are located in numerous spots throughout this site. You’re about to start one hell of a ride so I’d be happy to clear some things up for you.)
 
Anyway, I think the point of this post is that I really can’t thank people enough for supporting, reading, sharing the weird thoughts that have come out of my head over the past few months. I am so happy to know that I was able to reach even at least one person let alone many. And I am so grateful at even the chance that I may have been able to reach someone on a deeper level that maybe needed a laugh or needed to know that they’re not going through these stupid mid 20s years alone. Because to be completely honest, having people read and share made me feel not so alone either.
 
I always thought starting one of these was the dumbest, cheesiest thing I could ever do. But after the year I just had the one thing I think I learned was that you won’t know if something is actually dumb and cheesy unless you give it a try first. Sure the idea might crash and burn but at least you will relief yourself of some shoulda, coulda wouldas. And if you surround yourself with the right people, the crash and burn probably won’t hurt as much anyway.
 
Just in the last year I was able to accomplish so many things that I would have never imagined myself doing, (got a tattoo, got my ear pierced, went cliff jumping, climbed the roof of very tall building while slightly intoxicated, went to a motorcycle rally, learned the handshake from the parent trap and even went to a service of a religion that wasn’t my own) because I had the support of the people around me.
 
And that support really does include the readers of Exploring 24. Even though I haven’t been the most avid poster, it has become an important part of my life and I have all of you to thank for that. I’m glad I was able to keep you entertained on your way to school, distract you from what you should be doing at work and yes… even give you something to read on the toilet.
 
Hopefully now that my life has somewhat calmed, I will be able to update you all more on all the awkwardness that seems to befall my everyday life. I would promise, but you and I both no I am not very good at that.