I know, I know that probably seems like a really silly title to a blog, but it truly summarizes the last year of my life.
Let me start from the beginning, as I’m sure that this story and its posts will probably not fall into chronological order. And if I start from the beginning, you’ll at least know what the hell I’m talking about…
I’d like to think I’m a pretty smart, successful woman – one who knows what she wants and goes after if with persistence. I graduated with Honors from the University of Michigan with my Bachelor of Science in Architecture. I’m not sure if it was Mr. Brady that inspired my desire to be an architect… I only remember that at the wise age of eight-years-old I declared to my mom – “I’m going to be an ARCHITECT!” Sadly, the Faculty in the architecture program failed to tell all of us that being an architect in real life had zero to do with what we were spending hours of our lives doing, drawing and building those two solid years we spent in the architecture program.
I graduated with high hopes of sitting behind a drafting board and mayline and designing the next great building. Who would have thought that my favorite invention, the computer would have changed that whole dream! After five years of sitting at a black screen, drawing colorful lines that eventually became fascinating things like cornice, bathroom and door jamb details – a little voice inside of my head told me I needed a change. I eventually ended up working for a pretty incredible real estate developer, doing entitlements. I had a pretty hefty salary and even had an assistant. I was big time. Or so I thought.
I was happy and I thought I’d retire from that company. Never did I anticipate October 2008 happening… the great financial collapse slowly whittled away at our company. I was part of the last whittle. In August of 2009, I found myself without a job, but with some contracts to continue on as an outside consultant.
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