Originally, I was going to rate them all on a scale of 1 - Love, Actually (the best Christmas rom-com of all time), but none of these even compare. Instead, I just went with 1 - actually a good movie, which none of them really were. 

I’m not here to be sentimental. It’s time to tell you all how I spent a week reminding everyone in Nebraska that I’m a super cool city girl who did NOT peak in high school (even though I did — please refer to videos of my senior year performance of “Anything Goes” for proof).

Those of you who know Debbie Stuart know she’s as close to a Real Housewife as it gets in Lincoln, Nebraska, so I had high expectations for this trip. And I was not disappointed.

I’ve never felt as grown up as I did while standing up there, giving my best advice on how to make the most of your college classes and how to not sound stupid in a phone interview.

So no, obviously I’m not dating anyone. And now it’s fall, which is apparently a great season to be in a relationship because… it’s cold out? You need someone to borrow jackets from? I don’t entirely get it, but pop culture and social media have lead me to believe it’s a TRAGEDY that I’m single in October.

I think LA would be a great place to live if you’re super rich or you’re actually successful in the film or music industry (so… rich), but I kind of never want to go back again.

Apparently I’ve lived in New York for three months now, which probably isn’t a huge milestone, but regardless it inspired me to share a few of the most important things I’ve learned in the past few months of pretending to be a grown-up. Key word, “pretending.”

A few weeks ago, my roommate Emily and I were disappointed to find neither of us had enough food to make a satisfying dinner because our grocery-list-making skills still aren’t at the level we need them to be at. Thankfully, this reminded Emily of an article she read earlier this year that claimed the secret to becoming super skinny super fast is to just go to bed hungry.

After almost three full weeks of successful meal prep, I’ve decided it’s time to embrace my calling to be a health/fitness blogger. The balanced lunches I brought to work over the past few weeks have really changed my life, and I figured it would be selfish of me not to share my wisdom with all 17 of you (yeah, my readership has really gone up lately).

For the first two weeks of work, I really did listen to Vanessa Carlton’s early-2000s hit, “A Thousand Miles,” while I made my way downtown. I thought it was funny. Nobody else did.

I have a note on my phone listing all of my (mom’s) favorite restaurants, places and activities in New York that I send out to my friends whenever they come to visit. Yes, I know I’ve only lived here for six weeks and I’m practically still a tourist, but I like to think I have good enough taste that people trust my opinions. Please don’t tell me if that’s not true.

After a week of using Mint, it notified me I had exceeded my monthly restaurant budget by $172, and I decided I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life. To be fair, the app automatically set my restaurant budget at $10/month, and I also charged a bunch of meals to my card that people Venmo’d me for, but I know. It’s problematic.

Hello to my mom and the six friends who will probably read this. Your (least) favorite blogger is back and better than ever. And by that I mean I moved away from home once again and I have nothing better to do than write about my not-very-exciting life in hopes that it keeps you mildly entertained for at least three to five minutes.