Strange, some talk about the first year of marriage like it's the hardest thing... and some people talk about it as if it's a vacation. For us (or for me), this year of marriage... so far... has been life. It's been wonderful, frustrating, funny, busy, and has included a lot of compromise and growth. It hasn't been HARD, but it hasn't been a dream, and I am glad. I don't want to wake up January 11, and feel like "real" marriage has finally begun and happiness has hit the skids. Marriage has been like my favorite pair of black high-heel leather boots. I couldn't wait to put them on, I look forward to wearing them every day, and they look good with everything. Yep, that's me. I can equate my marriage to shoes... I hope Ian doesn't mind.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Is it possible? I wasn't planning on posting today... in fact, I am getting ready for a run. But, I just realized that one year ago (today), Ian started moving his stuff into my apartment. Thus, the count down to our one year anniversary, officially begins.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Really? Am I really doing this?
I have been a professional writer/editor/producer for years... I have even co-authored a book. I am obsessed with news (local, national, international, entertainment, bizarre, you name it), but somehow the idea of writing a blog has been very daunting... down-right intimidating. That's only for writers like Bill Simmons, right? We'll see.
So what's changed? Italy.
I have spent a significant amount of time in Italy (especially Florence), having studied there for a semester in college and returning for vacations. But while daydreaming about my upcoming trip this summer... I thought, "I have to write about this." It's not a vacation, but not exactly work. Intrigued?
So as this winter blossoms into spring, and I busy myself with wedding showers, baby showers and weekend getaways... I hope to chronicle the time leading up to "The Trip."
For any of you reading this... (probably just my mom, sister, and husband), I promise I won't ramble on (too much, anyway) about how I truly know myself when I am in Europe . This is not "Eat, Pray, Love." Definitely, not. But I will be eating.