Hello friends! My name is Meg (also known as Megan, Meggie, Reesie, Sweetpea or Lovee depending on who you ask). I am a twenty-something year old who temporarily resides in Nebraska; “temporarily” because the summers here aren’t so bad, but the winters wreak havoc on my poor circulation culminating in blue fingers & toes. Seeing how I enjoy my fingers & toes, and I would like to keep them all intact, I aim to move to warmer climates as soon as I’ve graduated.
I am currently going to school at the University of Nebraska for my BA in Advertising & Public Relations. I’m a girl all about doing what makes you happy & through my life experiences I’ve discovered I am happiest while creating. I worked for a cluster of radio stations in Las Vegas, creating their print material, signage and assisting the web department whenever needed, which was when I discovered my love for graphic design & event marketing. I enjoy anything artistic really, but found that my real passion lay in graphic design. I’ve acquired a bit of knowledge in my short tenure here on earth, but there is much more to learn & I’m always striving to grow.
I am currently in the process of updating my portfolio. There was a time when I was creating something almost daily, but it was in an environment in which I had no real creative control. I was (and am) still learning the ins and outs of “good” design, and strive to improve with every new assignment. I hope to, some day soon, have acquired enough experience & knowledge to make a career out of design.
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I am a Veteran of the US Army. I was deployed to Iraq, during which time I developed my penchant for online shopping. I am a bargain shopper, deal hunter, animal lover, tea drinker, and a fantastic listener. I prefer home decor that serves a purpose and looks pretty while doing so, and can be found re-arranging/organizing/purging my household regularly. I am most certainly not sentimental about material things, and will give/throw away anything I haven’t used in the last 6 months. I am creative in every way, except when it comes to the kitchen. I’m a mediocre cook at best, but because I went through a phase in my life where I practically ate grilled salmon every day, my George Foreman & I have become pretty tight.
After many years of claiming that I would never get married, I am elated to say that I am married to an amazing man named Jason.
We met each other online in World of Warcraft (if you don’t know, it’s only the most popular MMORPG to have ever existed) many, many years ago and would chat daily on AIM while we both worked away at our jobs. I know it seems like a silly way to meet, but if dating sites like eHarmony or Match.com can find a suitable lifemate for you, then why not a video game where you spend 4-6 hours (a day sometimes) with the same people? You get to know people pretty well, so well, in fact, that I often refer to my online friends as my second family. At the time I didn’t think a thing of it. We were both seeing other people and I didn’t have any interest in uprooting my life (at the time I was living in Las Vegas, and he in Virginia Beach).
After countless hours spent online together, and months of outrageous phone bills, I noticed I had developed some of those weird, fluttering feelings in my tummy every time the caller ID said it was him. How crazy! I had never even met the guy! We both ended things with our current partners around the same time, because we both realized those relationships were going nowhere.
Then, during one of my visits to check on a property owned in GA, I decided to drive up to visit one of my friends who lived in North Carolina. While at her house, I told her of this boy I had been talking to over the past few months. She heard something in the way I spoke about him, and is genuinely wise beyond her years, so she encouraged me to be spontaneous and drive up to finally meet him, face-to-face. It was a crazy thought, but something in my heart told me that I HAD to meet this guy. I’ve never felt the need to meet someone so badly before. Normally, I would have just said no, but those funny butterflies had me nervous, excited, and ready for the trip.
It took me almost 5 hours to pull up in his driveway. The whole drive was a blur of excitement from the moment I told him I would be visiting to the moment I arrived. When the time finally came for me to get out of the car and go up to his door, panic finally took over. I will remember that moment forever: Anxiety stricken, unable to move from the front seat, worried that I had just arrived at a serial killers house and effectively served myself up on a silver platter to be hosed down in a hole in his basement (Silence of the Lambs reference there if you didn’t’ catch it), until I saw him come strolling around the corner of the house, perfectly calm, all smiles, and not looking at all serial killer-y. I immediately relaxed, and then my heart caught ablaze. I don’t remember getting out of the car, what time it was, what he was wearing or any of the details of that night. I do, however, remember how perfect his arms felt wrapped around me, and my amazement at how pillowy soft his lips were. From that moment on I was hooked.
We spent the weekend together, and let me just say, there were FIREWORKS! After realizing how much I fancied him, I got really nervous that he didn’t feel the same. He was cool as a cucumber, and is notorious for playing his cards close to his chest. I felt like I had made the best decision of my life. Only there was one problem… he lived across the USA from me! I hated to leave, but I had to get back to my life (and fur children) in Vegas. The short time visiting was amazing… but at the same time it was torture because I didn’t know when, or if, I would see him again… and it hurt. I’ve never felt my hurt in my heart like that before. The desire to want to be with someone so bad and wanting them all for yourself.
As it would happen, some situations arose in his life that nudged him into moving across the country. He basically had no reason to stay in Virginia and after only a few months, he left his life and headed to Nevada. We did the rational thing and lived in separate houses for a while. I helped him find a roommate situation to move into, and we began to date, in the much more traditional face-to-face way. We fell madly in love, moved in together less than a year later, and have been together (almost) ever since.
There was a brief time in which my PTSD monster reared it’s ugly head and took control of my life. After an exhausting 5 month stretch of fighting, beration, and basically showing him the worst side of me I have ever known, Jason’s patients ran out. In his incredibly logical mind, he had the foresight to know that it would be healthiest for both of us if we took a break from one another. Being able to look back on that time now, I cannot give him enough kudos for recognizing when to leave. It was the push I needed in order to finally agree to see a counselor, and it ended up proving to the both of us just exactly how much we meant to one another.
It took us a few more years, (and a few more moves – 4 in total in a 4 year span) for us to finally decide to get married. Not that we ever had any doubts that we would be together for the rest of our lives, but rather, neither of us really had any desire to get married. That changed for us (obviously) over the course of the years, with one thing or another, and today we have reached a stride in our love for one another that simply cannot be described in words. We continue to write our love story every day, & I can’t begin to imagine a life without him.
We live together with our two fur-children. His pig nose, sometimes anxiety ridden, yet perfectly sweet Boston Terrier named Chiana (Chee-ah-nuh) (who we call Chichi, Piggy, Pigpig, or other variations of those), and my amazingly adorable, teddy-bear faced, attached-at-my-hip Yorkshire Terrier named Wicket Endor (Star Wars fan anyone?) (who we call Smee, Wiggers, Wicketeer, or other variations of those). We had two beautiful sister kitties named Lelu (all black, short haired fat cat) & Nimbus (all white, long haired, petite kitty), whom are staying with my grandmother, temporarily, until we can move to a new place that will allow us to have them back.
Thank you for stopping by, and taking interest in my life; I hope you enjoyed learning a bit about me! If you would like to contact me, just email me at: meg[!at]meginmotion[!dot]com.
“I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now only that place where the books are kept.” -John Steinbeck