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5 Reasons Why I Would Sometimes Rather Live Alone

I’m a people person. I’d be so bad at living alone. I get lonely. I’d get really bored. I’ve tried to talk my boss into letting me have a desk buddy that’s how much I enjoy always having someone to talk to.

But there are moments when the thought crosses my mind that living alone wouldn’t be so bad. Here are a few of them:

  1. When the roommate turns off Taken just because we have to watch Wheel of Fortune every night at 7 pm. I like Wheel of Fortune probably more than the next person but you don’t just turn off Liam Nesson. He will find you and he will kill you. True Story.
  2. That moment when you get out of the shower and you realize that you left your towel in the floor of your bedroom yet again. There is nothing more serious than that moment when you are peering around the corner of your bathroom door listening for any and every noise and praying, Please don’t let anyone be home.
  3. Because sharing a refrigerator with 3 other people is just plain hard, okay? How many bottles of dressing, cartons of milk and packages of cheese can you fit in one fridge? A lot, because the moment a Ranch Dressing bottle emerges, you pick it up and think, “Is this mine? Hmm…not sure. I should probably buy another that I will know is definitely mine.” And the moment the fridge looks slightly empty and you can actually see the shelves, before you turn around, two people have already gone grocery shopping. Fail; you’re never fast enough.
  4. Because placing a check mark on a piece of paper every time I take out the trash or empty the dishwasher is not a game I care about or want to win. You’re the last person to fill up the trash can more than me? That means you probably make a lot of trash. I think that says more about you than it does about me, don’t you think? I’ll take the trash out when I want to.
  5. The bathroom is never available when you need it. It seems that when it’s exactly that moment when you’ve waited until the last moment to brush your teeth and straighten your hair and you only have exactly 7 minutes before you need to be walking out the door, your roommate needs the bathroom then. Or when you’ve decided the contact lenses have got to come out and you’re ready for your beauty sleep and the roomie is taking world’s longest shower.

But for every reason why I’d rather live alone there’s about 2.5 reasons why I’m glad I do have roommates. There’s always someone up for ordering pizza with you and going halfsies. There’s that whole splitting the utilities things. You never have to throw out the dead mice alone. Someone else takes out the trash when you never do. Those kind of things are the reasons why I don’t actually live alone.

Long Story Short: Living with roommates is rough. But living alone wouldn’t give me as many good stories.

Do you prefer living alone or with roommates?

A Couple Things about Connecticut…

One of the advantages of being back in college is having a Spring Break again. It just makes you want to travel. One of the disadvantages of being back in college is that college Spring Breaks falls when winter is still rearing its ugly head in Virginia and basically all of the East Coast. That doesn’t make for easy traveling.

I decided to take a couple of days off from work to visit my stepsister in Kentucky and then we planned to head to Nashville, Tennessee for the weekend. Unfortunately, things do not always go as planned. After taking a moment to be frustrated, I decided to make the most of it.

Luckily for you, due to a couple of travel mishaps, I can provide you with this list of things that I learned about Connecticut.

  • It’s shaped like this. Who knew?
  • They are serious about their Dunkin Donuts. Seriously I’ve never seen so many in such a small space and that was just in the airport.
  • Colt Firearms are manufactured in Hartford, Connecticut.
  • The Frisbee was kind of invented there. It was based on a pie pan from a company there.
  • Connecticut has had two woman governors.
  • They have this legend that their Royal Charter (the first version of their state constitution) was hidden in the trunk of this tree, the Charter Oak, until someone cut it down. There is a marker at the supposed site of this tree. That’s their state tree! That explains the back of their U.S. state quarter.
  • And last but not least, the one thing I learned about Hartford, Connecticut is that it’s not the prime Spring Break location when there is still a couple of inches of snow on the ground and it feels like it’s 10 degrees outside!



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Long Story Short: Travel plans don’t always go as plan, especially when snow is involved, but all you can do is make the most of it and turn every moment into a learning experience.

Reasons Why Snow is Not Cool When You’re a Grown Up

They’re calling for a possible 3 to 7 inches of snow tomorrow, depending on which way the wind blows. Personally I’m wishing winter would just blow on over and get out of here. I’m sure tomorrow night’s snow will look great on top of what’s left from last week’s 5 to 6 inches that never got a chance to melt. Why’s that? Oh yeah, the temperature has only been above freezing once in the last week and a half.

As you can see, I have a serious case of the winter blues. I didn’t mind winter so much when I was younger but as I’ve gotten older, I just don’t see the point! Winter — snow, in particularly, is much cooler when you’re a kid. Here’s why!

  • Falling – What’s better than falling into a pile of fresh fallen snow as a child? You get snowflakes on your nose. It’s cute when a kid falls in the snow! Not so much when you totally eat it in the work parking lot in front of one of your coworkers while he’s cleaning the snow and ice off your car. You get bruises all down the side of your leg. Not cute.










  • Shoes and other winter attire – No matter how much winter gear they make for adults, none of it is considered professional attire. Heels and, even flats are not conducive to walking in the snow. Neither are rain boots if you step on the right piece of ice (see prior point). Tucking your dress pants into your rain boots just causes you to have wrinkled pants when you finally get to work. Cleaning off your car in the snow just causes you to have large wet spots on your work pants.










  • Driving – Anyone who knows me knows I have an intense driving anxiety. I don’t like to drive when it’s dark, when it’s storming, when it’s raining too hard, when the sun is looking at me funny, and most especially when it’s snowing/sleeting/precipitating in any frozen manner. Part of that anxiety comes directly from the car accident I was in last year on the snow covered roads of Richmond, no more than a half a mile from my house. So when it snows that means I rely on those around me who are more comfortable drivers to take me places. Call me pathetic if you will but I’m actually doing all of y’all a favor and keeping another nervous driver off the roads. [Major shout out to those who do cart me around in the snow!]


  • Parking/Sidewalks – However the few times I did drive in the snow, or post-snow, I wished I hadn’t due to the parking situation. The plows so nicely scrape most of the well travelled roads in Richmond, which is great. Except when you have to drive over a small mountain of snow to park your car. Don’t worry though because once you get out of your car, you’ll skate down the unshoveled sidewalks. No big deal.


  • Being prepared – Who’s actually ever really prepared for the snow? In the past week and a half, we lost power due to the high winds two nights before the snow actually got here. Which made me not want to go grocery shopping because I wasn’t prepared to lose another refrigerator full of food. Then I realized that I don’t actually own any real snow boots, a waterproof winter jacket or a shovel. All of which would be useful…
  • and the most important reason why snow sucks as an adult…There’s No Such Thing As Snow Days – There are very few times that I actually miss being a substitute teacher. Days when it snows is one of those times. Because no matter how much it snows, 9 times out of 10, I’m going to probably going to fall in it, have nothing snow-appropriate to wear, drive or be driven in it, deal with frozen roads and sidewalks, and not be prepared. And that’s not as cool as sleeping in and having no responsibilities for the day.

Long Story Short: I’m over winter! Bring it on summer! 

The 26 Year Old Student

I’m a self-proclaimed nerd. Actually others would proclaim me a nerd too. So when I moved in with 3 girls who are in nursing school, who do a lot of sitting in our living room studying, I didn’t pity them like a normal person would. Most people would think, “Better them than I.” But not me; I was jealous. I wanted to be learning too. Total nerd alert.

And that’s really where the journey began. One day I started talking to a friend about higher education and then to the Internet I went. I found a Spanish-English Translation and Interpretation certificate program that looked doable. And then unbeknownst to anyone, I applied to college. I didn’t know when the deadlines were. I didn’t know what classes my JMU classes would get me out of. Basically I applied on a whim. And then I forgot that I did. Until…

On the Friday after Thanksgiving, I arrived home from the slowest day at work ever. I was on the phone with Patti when I walked in the door of my apartment building and checked the mail. There behind all the bills and other junk mail was the big envelope from VCU. I went upstairs and opened it! There were the words that every college applicant wants to see…even if it’s for the second time!

So there I was, 26 and admitted to college…again! But it’s never that easy right? First, I had to sign up for orientation. Orientation?! I’ve already done the college thing. I don’t need to play awkward circle-up ice breaker games; I have friends. I don’t need to get acclimated to the city where I’ll be going to school. I already live here, remember? But alas, I signed up for express orientation, which was three-quarters of a day long instead of a whole day. I have never felt so old before in my life.

Or disappointed. Can you imagine my surprise when my newly appointed advisor informed me that my JMU classes did not get me out of THREE intermediate Spanish classes that I would need for the certificate program? Um, hola — I MAJORED in Spanish at JMU…how can that be?! So after that big surprise I then find out that the only times that Advanced Spanish Grammar and Writing II (the first class I’d need to take) was being offered were MWF at either 10 AM or 12 PM. Hola, otra vez, I’m a full-time working professional. Dreams meet drain…

But the surprises do not end there. My job was willing to work around that!

My sister and I go to the same college!
My sister and I go to the same college!

So I attend class every Monday, Wednesday, Friday for 50 minutes in a class full of undergraduate students who (luckily, thanks to my genes) have no idea that I have 6 or 7 years on most of them.

It’s been an adventure thus far and I’m enjoying every moment of it, especially the homework!

Long Story Short: I’m a 26 year-old-full-time-working professional, part-time-student.

Have you ever considered continuing your education? Why or why not?


January 2015: New Book, Chapter 1

Happy New Year! I began 2015 far from the River City down in Charleston, South Carolina with two of my roommates and three of our friends at a dance lounge surrounded by dozens of people that I hopefully will never see again. My midnight kiss came in the form of several kissy-face emoticons and I’m okay with that. :-*

I love this time of year. I always feel like it’s a new chance to begin again though you can really do that any day. I love to erase the pain and disappointment of the year gone by and hope for good things to come in the new year. Usually I am eager to leave the old year behind.

But this year it was different. While I am eager to see what 2015 holds for me and what new stories will be written in my book of life, I cannot forget the lessons 2014 left me with. 2014 was an amazing year, definitely one of my best. I learned a lot, went on many adventures, met some people that I hope will be characters in this story for a long time to come and took some chances. I learned a lot about myself.

So in 2015, I’m looking to top that. To build upon the journey that was started in the previous year and do so much more.


Long Story Short: 2015 – I hope you’re ready to keep up with this story!

Thoughts on 13.1

How does one explain the thought process that goes into deciding to run a half marathon? With me, I don’t think there really was one.

I imagine it starts somewhere around signing up for the race. One day, I asked my friend, “Hey, do you think I could run a half marathon?” He said yes and I signed up. The thought process also probably ended there.

Signed up to run 13.1 miles, that is. Which you know requires paying money to run. Which is something you can do for free. In a less crowded place than a race. At your own pace. The sad thing is the money for me provides the motivation.

But it only provides motivation on race day. I didn’t train for this race. At all. I took a page out of Nike’s book and decided to “Just Do It.” When they say that running’s all mental, I truly believe it is.



And it was all worth the feeling of accomplishment (and awesome medal) at the end of 13.1 miles. So glad to have attempted and succeeded in doing the most physically and mentally demanding thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Long Story Short: If you want to accomplish something, just do it. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever attempted or accomplished?

My Physical Therapy Experience

I have a physical therapist; therefore I’m practically an athlete.

Last Friday, I did something I usually don’t do; I went to the doctor. For my knee. After years of it bothering me. Yes, I said years. When I called, the receptionist asked me how long it’d been bothering me and I mumbled something about it having been at least the last two years. I’m pretty sure it’s been longer.

For those of you who know me, doctors give me extreme anxiety. Even going to the doctor for something as simple as my knee. As one friend told me, “No one dies from knees!” I would have happily (and painfully) lived through my knee hurting me for another number of years, except I made the mistake of googling reasons for my knees hurting. It turns out people can die of knees if it actually turns out to be a deep vein thrombosis that turns into a pulmonary embolism that goes straight to your lungs. No lie, google don’t play. [Sorry if I freaked out any self-diagnosed hypochondriacs. I feel your pain. Each and every pain…]

But don’t worry, that wasn’t my knee problem, according to the doctor (what does he know anyway?). After some X- rays and just looking at me, he decided on some latin sounding words that mean my pelvis is too wide for my narrow knees therefore my knee hurts. My step sister thinks that the diagnosis is actually fancy words for “Tiffany can’t walk in heels.” It’s true that I am horrible at walking in heels and usually blame it on my bad knees. She’s hoping that physical therapy the doctor recommended will solve that but probably only so shoe shopping with me will be more exciting.

So three days later I’m cynically sitting in the room waiting for the physical therapist to come in and fix my body’s misalignment (like I actually need a medical diagnosis to prove that my body is unproportional) and I’m thinking that my knee problems are actually just a result of the that one time that I slipped on a patch of ice in March outside my dorm freshman year of college. That is until the PT came in and had me do some exercises and deemed that my right thigh/hip is weak and needs some work. So she sentenced me prescribed 4 weeks of therapy twice a week. And let me tell you – physical therapy is hard. Especially the day after sucking at a yoga class taught by a 45-year-old woman who is more flexible than me and who keeps saying “Kick your leg way up there.” No thanks, lady.

I’m not sure exactly how much I believe of what I’ve been told by the doctors for the last week but it does feel pretty cool saying I have to go to physical therapy. I still haven’t ruled out there it’s not just a ploy to get me to spend a ton of money. I have yet to get my first bill…

Long Story Short: Athletes get injured. Injuries require physical therapy. Duh. Or just very clumsy…

The State Fair of Virginia

Fall is finally starting to show its chilly place around these parts and I’m all kinds of excited about it.

One of the best parts about fall are the events that take place during this glorious season! Two weekends ago I had the opportunity to attend one of those events: The State Fair of Virginia.


Contrary to what many believe, the State Fair of Virginia is a pretty big deal. Having grown up 40 miles from where the state fair take places, I’m always shocked by the number of people who have never attended. Two years ago, I introduced Patti and Ben to the state fair. This year I attended with some other fair newbies.

The best thing about the fair is that it has a lot to offer and something for everyone. For the animal lovers, it’s farm animal heaven. This year we checked out the cows, chickens, rabbits, goats, ducks, alpacas, and fish.


What really drew me to the fair this year was the food. I had been hearing for days and days on the news about the different foods this year’s state fair was offering. I’ll give you a little secret about state fair food: it’s all deep fried. Being a southern girl myself, I don’t mind. My all time favorite fair food is the funnel cake which I split one with my roommate. While the Krispy Kreme burger was tempting (not at all…yuck), the new food I tried this year was the deep fried country ham biscuit. It was okay, too much bread and not enough ham. But it was worth the $4. Also, to anyone who tried the fried Kool-Aid, please explain it to me.


When I younger, I think I used to actually ride the rides at the state fair. I was a big fan of the Tilt-a-Whirl. Now as an adult, the rides just look terrifying to me! But it is fun to watch people ride the rides. Also it’s fun to watch people play the games as well. Two years ago, I attempted a game. I didn’t win. Who has room for those excessively large stuffed animals anyway?!

If animals, food, rides and games are not your thing, there is always people watching. The most interesting people attend the fair, whether their actions or their clothes be interesting, you’re in for a treat.

The reason we chose the day we did to go to the fair was for a concert! We had the pleasure of attending the Brett Eldredge concert and that was a good time.



Long Story Short: If you have the chance, go to the state fair!

Have you ever been to the fair? What’s your favorite part?

Playing Tourist in my Town

I’m sad that this summer is ending. This has seriously been the best summer of my life. That might sound like an exaggeration but I have no doubt in my mind that it has been. The best part of my summer has been spent in Richmond. At the beginning of the summer, I signed on for another year of living in the city and the roommates and I moved into our new place. I also met an awesome new friend this summer.

Because my new friend was only in town for a short period of time, I had the opportunity to play tourist in the city I live in. I wanted to be able to show him everything Richmond had to offer so I was obsessed with doing things that were so “Richmond.” The best part was that I ended up having a couple of new experiences myself. Which can be surprising as I have lived 50 miles from Richmond my entire life, except for the 4 years that I lived at JMU.

Here’s a rundown of my random Richmond fun!

Flying Squirrels — I attended 3 games this summer to support the city’s minor league baseball team. Always a good time and Parker, the rally pig is the best part.

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Color Me Rad — I participated in my first Color Me Rad race at Kings Dominion with 3 of my coworkers. We ran a 3.1 mile course through the amusement park way too early on a Saturday morning and were covered in colors.


Bacon Festival — We went to the second annual Bacon Festival. Apparently from what I’ve heard, the inaugural event was way too crowded but they did a much better job this year. We tried tons of awesome treats, all of which included bacon, so of course they were amazing.

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Crabfest — We attended Crabfest which was held in Mechanicsville (not too far from Richmond). Crabfest is an event that the Richmond JMU Alumni association puts on each other that raises money for the Richmond chapter’s scholarship. There was all-you-can-eat crab, hot dogs and shrimp, along with vendors and all things JMU.

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Hollywood Cemetery — I finally found someone who was nerdy enough to explore Hollywood Cemetery with me and wasn’t freaked out by the fact that we were exploring a cemetery. As a huge history nerd and photographer, this place was the perfect spot. The only disappointing thing is that I was so into taking pictures of the view of the river that I missed the grave sites of the two U.S. presidents that are buried there. Major fail on my part but an excuse to go back!

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City Hall Observation Deck — When I asked my friend what he wanted to do before he left Richmond, this was the one thing that was on his list and I had to google it because I had never heard of this. In the heart of downtown in City Hall, on the very top floor is an observation deck and you can see the entire city. It is probably the most amazing hidden treasure in all the city.

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Kings Dominion — When I was younger, we had season tickets to Kings Dominion for 9 years. I hadn’t been in a couple years so I took a Friday off in July and we headed over to the park. When we first started going to Kings Dominion, I was a huge scaredy cat and only rode certain roller coasters. As I got older and braver, I slowly began riding more and more of the rides. However there were still those certain couple that I refused to ride. Well this summer, I became brave. Okay, so it wasn’t that easy — there was some convincing and lots of hand holding but I rode every roller coaster at Kings Dominion!

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Long Story Short: If you take the time to look around the city you live in, you can find some really fun activities and some awesome treasures. 

Have you ever had the chance to play tourist in your town? What places and sites did you find?

Starting a New Chapter

Welcome to Long Story Short!

I’ve tried my hand at blogging a couple of times. They obviously didn’t work out. I ran out of things to write about and lost the will to write.

Lately lots of thing have changed in my life. I feel that I’ve really started a new chapter here in 2014 and I wanted to start over. In a way, I have. Henceforth, the need for a new blog.

But why do I need to blog?

I’m a writer by nature. A list maker. A talker. A story teller.

And because I want to take you with me. I want your thoughts, your opinions, your advice. I want to connect with you.

Because who wants to go through this story called life alone?

Not me.


Long Story Short: Welcome to my life. Read my “About Me” if you want to see what you’re getting into!


Welcome! I'm Tiffany. I'm a 27 year old country girl in the River City. I'm a proud JMU grad and a young professional. Thanks for reading Long Story Short!

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