Mexico: Part 1

Well we have been back from Mexico for almost a week so I guess it is time to get back to business. We got back last Tuesday night and I have wanted to do nothing, I haven’t even unpacked (I know, so shameful)! I think I might be in a post vacation depression, or maybe our use of the word “Mexicoma” was totally wrong. Maybe you’re not in a Mexicoma when you are there, but when you come back! This trip was all we could talk about for the past year and a half. We were either complaining about having to pay for it or planning what we were going to do there, or mostly what we were going to wear. The trip came and went and it was AMAZING! I wish I could go back right now. I know I was being an inner snooty little brat and was thinking if I am going to spend all this money for a vacation then why are we going to Mexico, why not Jamaica or something? I apologize about that because this resort was so great. We stayed at the all-inclusive Hard Rock Hotel in Riviera Maya (on the adult side Heaven) and I couldn’t believe how nice it was from the moment we walked in! I will go more into the hotel later. The trip was so fun and rather than shove everything into one, long and dragging blog post I am going to break it up into parts. So part 1:

Packing

On multiple occasions I have expressed my dislike for packing. This is my third apartment in three years so packing up your life obviously sucks like no other, but backing for a long trip really isn’t that enjoyable either, at least for me. I am totally one of those pack hours before I leave for a trip girls, but since this was a longer than a weekend trip in a different country I started early, and by early I mean I made a list. Please note, I am going to confide in you my level of OCD or as I’m told “anal-ness”, so please do not judge. I made a list of literally every item I was going to bring. Not just like “tops” or “accessories” but each and every article of clothing and each and every piece of jewelry. If you are curious, you can see my over the top list here: Mexico Packing List. It may sound crazy but packing ended up being super easy, even though it still took me hours. Once I had everything out and folded on my couch it took me awhile to figure out my system of how I wanted everything in my suitcase. I couldn’t figure out what I couldn’t figure out. Come to think of it, even now I do not know what my problem was. I must have been tired and overthinking everything.

I had assumed this already, but once I met up with everyone else I KNEW I had over packed. At least I wasn’t alone. My younger sister, bffff, and I were all sharing a room and the three of us were the ONLY ones who had a large suitcase and a carry on suitcase. What can I say, we like options! There were definitely quite a few outfits I didn’t even take out of my suitcase, but I got to wear all of the outfits I really wanted to, which you will see later on. My over packing is part of the reason I am avoiding unpacking, that means so much laundry! My suitcase was even almost too heavy. I ended up putting a pair of shoes, my boyfriend’s bluetooth speaker, a bottle of sunscreen, and a bottle of aloe in one of the other girl’s suitcases because she had so much extra room. I ended up weighing in at like 47 pounds, so close!

Our flight didn’t leave until 11:59pm so we had to just hang out at LAX for awhile. Fun fact, once we got to the resort and everyone went to their rooms, we realized a bunch of stuff got stolen from our checked bags at LAX: a GoPro, two bluetooth speakers (including m boyfriend’s), an expensive belt, perfume, and probably stuff we still haven’t realized. How awful that you have to pay to check your bags and they are not even safe. PUT ALL VALUABLES IN YOUR CARRY ON!

Anyways, we boarded, flew and slept (neck pillows are awesome!), and 5 hours later we landed in Mexico! I will leave you with that until part 2!

Packing tip: us bridesmaids had to make our flower crowns for the wedding and had to get them there safely. I ended up getting one of my wider but flatter shoe boxes and put all of my accessories, sung;asses, and my flower crown in it and packed it at the bottom of my suitcase and it worked perfectly! My flower crown looked perfect.

PS – My tee and shorts are from Target (sweater OLD), floppy hat is BP from Nordstrom, and my suit cases from the OC Swap-meet! (I got these two plus the medium size one for $100!)

Last HB Hoorah

It’s official! I am finally moved out of my apartment in Huntington Beach. It is very bittersweet and the last time I drove away after turning in my keys I almost felt like crying (such an emotional girl). I am happy that the packing is over though. Packing is literally one of the worst things, what is even worse is packing an entire apartment alone! My boyfriend totally owes me! (side update, he is doing really well in basic training! He graduates on August 5th!) I would also like to thank my bffff because I literally would not have gotten the apartment packed without her.

The plan was to move everything out last Sunday, so my bffff, younger sister and I, wanted to do a last HB hoorah and do a few things that we had been wanting to do, like go to the OC Swap meet. The swap meet is awesome because there is so much there and it only costs $2.00 to get in. Even if you don’t buy anything it is just fun to look around. We made our way through a bunch of vendors and saw a lot of cute clothes. I found these awesome sunglasses too! There was a fun pair online that I have been wanting to buy but haven’t wanted to spend $50.00 on them, but here I found a different fun pair I liked and they were two for $15.00! Naturally I bought two pairs. They are so fun, I have been wearing them everyday.


We also found this one booth that sells hair bows, Mia C’s Bowtique. She had a lot of cute bows including wrap type ones. My bffff ended up buying 5 different bows, three of which represent her teams, hockey, football, and baseball.


One of my favorite booths was a mobile boutique called Jules Vault. It was the cutest vintage truck that you could go inside to shop. I liked basically every piece of clothing they sold! I will definitely be looking for them again.

Life is too short to wear boring clothes- Jules Vault







After the swap meet we ran a couple errands and next on the agenda were rainbows from Aloha Grill down on Main Street. If you don’t know, a rainbow is probably one of the best alcoholic beverages you can get. It is like six different slushy drinks totaling about ten different alcohols, mostly rum. The other great thing about these drinks is that they are only $7! You can get two to tipsy in less than $15, if that’s not a yummy deal then I don’t know what is.

We ended the night with a walk on the pier down to Ruby’s Diner to get shakes. It was the best chocolate banana shake of my life!


It ended up being the perfect last day to the end of my adventure in Huntington Beach. The next day my dad and his friend came to help me move out and I was sore for about four days since the elevator in our building was broken and we had to carry everything down stairs. As I said, it is really bittersweet to move. I loved the atmosphere of living down there, the commute to work was just really terrible. I also wished we would have utilized our location more. When you live at the beach it is easy to take it for granted and never really go. It makes me sad that every time I get off work my iPhone tells me that it will take me 50 minutes to get home because it thinks I am still living there. But I know that my boyfriend and I will be on to our next adventure in our life and it won’t be the last, so on to the next thing!

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That Darn Christmas Tree

I was about to leave the apartment to take stuff to my car and make a Target run, when I thought about leaving a light on. I went to turn the light over the stove on which apparently doesn’t work now. So I just made a mental note to turn the light on by the door to make sure I don’t trip over any of our stuff when I walk back in. As I walked to the door in the dark with my hands full of bags and a to-go cup of coffee, while thinking about not tripping when I get back home, I hit the Christmas tree box, AGAIN as I mentioned the first time in my last post Packing is Pitiful. I tried to recover which resulted in me falling to my knees on top of the box and completely skinning my shins, and now I have two matching bumps and bruises and I have to wear a dress tomorrow… great. Just another day at Tragic Girl Headquarters. Ouch. 

Packing is Pitiful

Packing is probably one of the most pitiful acts to partake in. Aside from being absolutely awful, you have to sit there going through your own things and reassuring yourself over and over again that you are not a hoarder. You end up with a million trash bags of things you do not know why you kept. Things like, oh I don’t know, an accordion file stuffed with papers and assignments from school that you thought maybe you should keep but haven’t even opened it since you stopped going to grad school anyways, and your reason for taking all the horrible classes you did are stuffed inside that little dollar section accordion file, sitting and collecting dust as a constant reminder of being a failure at life! Not that I have experienced that, what gave you that impression? But if I did then that accordion file would be in the trash, even if it is pink! (Okay Britt, remember, calm, cool, and collected).

Anyways, as I was saying, packing sucks. The worst part for me has been the clothes. As I mentioned in my previous post, Parting with Clothes, I was having trouble getting rid of some. I explained how clothes are a part of you, so you have to get rid of old pieces when you are ready and that old part of yourself is ready to be let go of, and embrace your new self. But honestly I have a problem, one single human being should not be allowed to have this many clothes. It is a girls dream really, only to be made into your worst nightmare by a dinky sized closet. Well it is a normal sized closet, but it might as well be for a peasant for everything I need to stuff in there. It isn’t my fault! I blame working in retail for eight years. After days of organizing, multiple loads of laundry, a war between emotions for personified clothes and sane, rational thinking, and an oversized and overflowing donation box, I conquered the biggest challenge known to women, packing the closet. What relief I felt to be done.

Another thing to add to the list of why packing is the pits is how boxes and stuff is just everywhere. I practically killed myself walking into our apartment with my hands full, causing me to not be able to take my sunglasses off until I put the stuff down in the kitchen, resulting in me tripping over our Christmas tree box because I couldn’t see it.

Out of everything tragic that has gone along with my roomie and I packing, nothing can beat last night. It is our last few days in the apartment, I guess we had to have one more tragic event at Tragic Girl Headquarters to see us off. We started off living together with every intent to recycle and save the money to put towards a trip that we never planned anyways. Well we had a pretty big bag of recycling going, but never had the same day off of work to take it to turn in together. Eventually it was just in the way so we put it on the patio. As time went on it just became part of the patio so we didn’t bother with it. Being now that we have until Tuesday, yesterday we decided to clean the patio.

We started first with the few weeds that started growing around the edge. One got so tall so fast that it required both of us to pull it out. After our small weed garden was uprooted, it was time for the recycling.

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The bag was out there for so long it was broken. I was convinced some wild animal was on our porch and broke through it, but in reality the bag was brittle from the sun. We thought we could just push that bag into a new trash bag, pull the strings and be done with it, but no. Bottles and cans were falling out and rolling around. We didn’t want to touch anything because we were pretty certain that there were spiders and God knows what inside this bag. Attempting to use the broom as a shovel seemed like our only plan. As my roomie and I struggled to play hockey with recycling and get the items in a new bag untouched, our other friend was over visiting, observing from the safety behind the screen door. As I am holding the broom and my roomie is holding the bag, our observer throws out that there is a spider on the bottom of the broom. I instantly drop it and we back up. As the bottom of the broom bounces up we see it. This is probably one of the biggest spiders I have seen in person and we were both struck with fear and screamed. My roomie jumps onto the only chair on the patio, then hops the wall to get away. I get on the chair ready to follow her when our friend said she is pretty sure it is dead. Still, dead or not, I did not want to be trapped on the patio with it. With a closer look, still behind the safety of the screen, our friend starts cracking up and says that the spider is a fake one that comes with the Halloween webs! We all start dying laughing, and I was so relived. If that would have been a real spider I was moving out yesterday. We didn’t even have any of those fake spiders on Halloween, but our neighbors above us did. After we calmed down, my roomie knocked on the front door to get let back in because the door was locked. This had to have been one of the most pathetic displays of girls ever. We were too scared still to take the fake spider off the end of the broom so every time we caught a glimpse of it while sweeping we jumped and flinched, forgetting about it each time.

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After what took forever, requiring us to cut two other trash bags so that we could lay them flat and burrito the old broken bag into them and then shimmy the burrito bundle into a third bag, we threw the sucker away. Mission accomplished. If you were unaware, my roomie and I have had quite a few encounters with spiders, all tragic. Here is a flashback to our second encounter caught on tape in one of my early posts OMG More Spiders!

We only have a little more to pack and Tragic Girl Headquarters will be officially moving. Stay tuned!

Parting with Clothes

Currently I am in the middle of packing up my apartment, which is the absolute worst. What makes packing the worst is the clothes. Not only do you have to make sure you get ALL of your laundry done, but you have to actually go through your clothes. If anyone knows me, they know that my closet is stuffed to overflowing, and that going through all of my clothes could take days. Today was good though, I actually got all of my laundry done, and I am currently taking a break from packing up all of the clothes in my dresser. Looking at my piles of clothes all over the floor, and the wet clothes hanging up to dry in my bedroom doorway, the bathroom doorway, and across my shower rod, I started thinking about how I need to get rid of some of these. My roomie and I have a huge box in the living room that is the donation box, and of course it is already overflowing. Looking at my clothes again though got me thinking, why is it so hard to get rid of some of my clothes when I have a ridiculous amount? I don’t even wear half of them most times.

When you work in retail for as long as I did, and become such a lover of clothes and style, every piece that you own is a part of you. Getting rid of clothes is like giving away a piece of yourself. Clothing is not only something that we wear, it is also an art, a way that we express ourselves. Your closet is like a place that you store your moods and attitudes. Different outfits you put together can dictate how you feel and your confidence level. You can feel like being invisible or feel like you are going to take on the world. Style has no limitations.

Just like how we change, so does our style. When you go through your closet and see things that you instantly know you can get rid of, it is because you have changed and you are getting rid of your old self to make room for your new self. When you cant find anything in your closet to get rid of, or can’t bring yourself to, I am starting to think that we shouldn’t force ourselves to. We may be prematurely forcing our old self away for a new self that isn’t ready. I feel like I am in this in-between stage right now. I am now in a professional job however, we don’t have to wear super professional clothes. This doesn’t mean that all of my old clothes are appropriate though. My last job was in retail and I was allowed and encouraged to wear crop tops and cut off shorts. Although I dress nice and casual for work, I cannot be wearing my old clothes. Does this mean I am not ready to fully leave my old self behind in exchange for this new self that is completely immersed in adult life?

I think something else that makes it hard to get rid of clothes is that in a way, we personify them. Each item hanging in our closet represents a memory, and also hangs in anticipation of being part of a new memory. This makes it hard to let go of things, as if getting rid of a certain top means you are getting rid of the memory and event that is hooked to it. Sometimes though we come to terms with it. Last week I was looking through clothes and almost got rid of a top, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Today I felt differently, and got rid of that top, plus three more. I think I am coming to terms more with my new self. Although I am getting rid of pieces of my old self, I am constantly looking at and getting pieces of my new self.

Style and fashion will always be changing, just like ourselves, sometimes it is okay though to keep some of the old and turn it into something new. You don’t have to leave all of yourself behind.