What's Wrong With Telling People You Appreciate Them? ❤️

Back story - I Moved & Misc. Thoughts About My Life Five Months Ago
Knowing You're Gonna Be Gone
Five months ago I moved to a new town. I had known that I was going to move since February. It's a weird thing knowing that you're moving. You also really learn about yourself and other people. You get prepared to say goodbyes, try to make every moment special, and let the promise of new beginnings carry you through those long nights when you are crying about not being able to grow up with the people you've become so close to over the course of the year. Is it better to know that you are leaving for months than to suddenly be told you are moving in a few weeks? I don't know. The pure length of time I knew was torture. You hear other people making plans for next year and you think... I'm not going to be here. But, whenever I'd be having a rough day, I'd repeat the name of my new town in my head over and over again. Marshfield, Marshfield, Marshfield. I'd try to picture all of the things that could happen now that I was the new girl.

Is This Normal? / Misc. Mini Rants            
Just yesterday when I was walking into school, looked at the ugly doors and remembered the first time I saw them. I thought, When did this become normal? When did walking into this building almost become routine? By the time I graduate, will I not even think about walking through these doors every day? I still don't think of going to my current school as normal. There are moments when I see someone and think that they are someone from my old school. Those moments are so painful. I'll walk faster to catch up to them and then I'll realize where I am. The thing is, I really didn't like my old high school at all. My old high school was a patchwork quilt of different additions to the building. The science wing, where my locker was, was depressing. My locker was right next to the taxidermy classroom. To the left of my locker, down the hallway, was the old main office. My old high school had just built a new commons that summer and moved the main office. Every day I'd walk past a faded display case filled with boxes of trophies that were sitting idle until moved to the new trophy cases in the new "corridor" by the field house. One really interesting part of my old high school was that there were beautiful murals painted on the walls of famous paintings. I never really had a favorite, but I'd always watch my reflection in the glass covering them while I walked past. 

Learning About Appreciating What You Have
As my time remaining at my old school dwindled down, I starting becoming more and more aware of how I treated people. For most of the year, I took my friends for granted. I'm not the type of person who stays best friends with the same person for years and years. Only a few of the friends I had in middle school transferred to high school as close friends. Even then, I didn't see them a lot. They took Biology freshman year, they were in Geometry freshman year instead of Algebra 1 and that really affected our schedules. I always felt like they were just plain smarter than me. I wouldn't get to see them a lot, even in middle school. We just wouldn't have classes together but all of them would have classes with each other. But, my old school combined two middle schools and I became close with a lot of people from the other school. I had been thankful for them. I started to realize that I'm not entitled to have friends, I have to really be there for them so that they're there for me. I apologized constantly for things that had happened months before. I didn't cherish a lot of the time we had prior to finding out I was moving because I just thought that we'd have a few more years. I'd ditch them to go hang out with some guy or I'd text a guy I liked back before I'd text them or altogether forget to text my friends. I know that happens to everyone, but I just felt SO BAD about it. The crushes ended and I still had my friends. I also started to realize how amazing the people I went to school with are. I'd just think (before I found out I was moving), oh, that person is friends with this person and does this thing therefore I can't talk to them. Near the end of my time at my old school, I'd start to just talk to whoever I wanted to and tell them what I really felt because in the end, I wouldn't be there the next school year so why not cut the crap and just let people know how awesome they are?


Introduction // Who's this "Illusions of Elegance"?

Who is this Illusions of Elegance?

Illusions of Elegance is a blogger! Surprise, surprise, there's a person behind your computer screen who has typed these words! My name is Bailey, and I'm a blogger. 

What are you going to tell us, you know, about you?

Well, all you, as a reader, really need to know is this...
My name is Bailey and I've got big dreams. On the surface, I may seem like just another fashion obsessed blogger. But, if you dive deeper, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised to find a girl with a good head on her shoulders, big ideas, and an eye (and passion) for color, clothing, and music. 

What is Illusions of Elegance?

Illusions of Elegance is an attempt to move my blog to a better platform. I've been using different platforms; I've played around with Tumblr but still craved something more. My actual blog has been running for about two years on Polyvore. Polyvore isn't exactly the best blogging platform though I do enjoy using it. You may find some references to my Polyvore blog, beeinparis.polyvore.com and that's okay! You can always take a peek at that too!

More about me... Here Who is this Illusions of Elegance?