I said to myself that I wasn't going to make this a lengthy post because I want to save the "good stuff" about my life for future posts.... BUT I'm a rambler so you'll get it all.
Well guys (and gals), here I am... starting what one may call... a blog. Could I consider myself a blogger even if this is my first post? I mean... I do have a blog after all. I'm going to tell you about myself starting from the beginning. *Insert calm yet suspenseful music* It was the cool night of May 25, 1994 in Snohomish, Washington. You could feel the season changing in the air from Spring to Summer. Walking outside, my mom could feel that unsettling feeling that life as she knew it, was about to change. One would explain it as, the calm before the storm. I'M KIDDING! I won't bore you with the details that I'm clearly making up because I wasn't alive yet!
For real though.. here's my story.
I was born in Washington.. yes the state. I'm not sure why but every time I tell someone new this they always ask, "the state or D.C." I personally just think if I was from Washington D.C. I would say Washington D.C. ORRR I would say D.C. But then again, that's just me. I was born the day after my mom's birthday, May 26th. She sometimes reminds me that I was born at 12:14 AM so she spent her birthday in the hospital trying to deliver this brick of a child. She would never say those "specific" words, but I trust me, I can read between the lines. Fast forward a few years.
On November 4th, 2004, our family moved to Scottsdale, AZ. **SIDE STORY: Sometimes when people ask, I say I am from Arizona. One time, I made the mistake of saying this in front of my childhood friend who was from Washington, Taryn, and ohhh was that a mistake. She still has even brought that up in recent years. Taryn, if you're reading this.. I'm still so sorry for offending you!! haha!** I was 10 years old at the time and honestly, it was a super easy transition for me. I knew a few people from there before we moved so adjusting was just like any other day to me. I remember my sisters crying in the van on the way because they were sad to say bye to their friends, but for me, it felt like we were leaving on vacation. Just like any other day. I do remember shedding maybe one single tear out of maybe sympathy for them. I'm sure I had to try force that tear because I wanted to be sad but I just wasn't. Life was easy then.
As far as I'm concerned, I was the perfect child. I helped my mom with everything starting from day one. I cleaned, I cooked, I babysat... all these without one complaint (hah). I mean, that's my memory of my childhood so it's got to be true, right? But I honestly think I wasn't a half bad kid. I think I raise my voice and throw more tantrum now as an adult than I did as a kid. I went through all the normal stages of life. I was *almost* always a happy person. Through out my teenage years, I made friends, I lost friends. I laughed with my friends, I cried over drama and I probably had way too many sleepovers. Overall, it was the time to be alive. Then I moved out.
I was still in high school when I moved out and I realized shortly the responsibilities it entailed. I had to get myself up for school (after staying up until 4 AM). I had to buy things like toilet paper. TOILET paper. But during this time, I spent so much time at home with my family. I would take up so many opportunities to hang out with my mom and dad on week nights. Sometimes I'd invite all my friends and sometimes I'd go by myself. I think when you move out, you gain so much perspective. You realize that living with your friends, isn't what you think it's going to be. Needless to say, I learned a lot about life. And I thought I knew everything then. But a few short years later, the most tragic thing happened. My dad died. My dad. My hero.
Yep, you read that right. My dad died. I have a lot of emotional baggage. I'll go more into this on a different time. Soon after my dad died, I moved to Williston, North Dakota. After two years of freezing my toosh off, I moved back home and decided to go to school. Fast forward some more, my photography career took off and I decided to pursue that full time. Fast forward even more. I started a blog. Today. Today I started a blog. For the last couple years, it's been something I've though of doing. Something always in the back of my mind. I have a passion for writing and talking so I decided to finally share my most inner thoughts and feelings with the world. Here's me, opening my heart to you. Welcome to From the Desk of Chelsea.
Lots of love,
**DISCLAIMER: I'm not a proofreader so if things are misspelt or there's horrible grammar.. use common sense and move on