I know, I know…
July 16th, 2008 by BonnieI’m a bad bad blogger. The combination of being busy and at the same time feeling like I don’t have much to write about has deterred me from writing for a few months. The biggest happenings were Blake graduating from college, celebrating our first anniversary, and moving out of our first apartment.
First anniversary. It’s hard to believe that it has been a year, but at the same time it feels like it has been forever as we’ve been a couple for almost four years now. Marriage has been what I thought it would be, although real life is obviously totally different than the hypothetical. I hadn’t expected to get married so young - I thought I would be young and fabulous and living in a big city and then get married when I was maybe 28. Turns out that I still can be young and fabulous and I am going to live in a big city! I wouldn’t recommend it to everyone, but it was the right choice for me. Being married has been the best and most certainly the hardest thing in my life. The best advice I have received about marriage has been from my dearest piano teacher (who was more like my therapist - I never practiced and always talked through my lessons). Unfortunately, I don’t have many good examples of marriages that I would aspire for mine to be like. Last summer, before Blake & I got married, I went to visit my dear friend and she took me out to Dairy Queen for some ice cream. As we got ready to leave she stopped to get a blizzard to take home to her husband. I know it seems small, but I told her that I hoped that I still thought of getting Blake a blizzard after we had been married for over 40 years. She said she could tell me the key in one word: r-e-s-p-e-c-t. After being married for a year - she was right. I know that it’s hard to believe, but I can be hard to live with sometimes and I realize that I am not very respectful. And I mean respectful as understanding the other person’s worth and right to have an opinon, etc. I have my days, but try my best and expect the same in return. It really helps to apply this to all of my relationships. After all, can you truly love someone without respecting them?
(Happy 47th in August L & L!)
So, we’ve been staying with my mom and being total lazy slobs the last few weeks and it has been really nice. I’m going to miss my family and few good friends terribly, but I am also excited for the move. I have always been ready for the next step. And actually part of the reason I have always wanted to live in Boston is because of my family. I have fond memories of family reunions and road trips to Massachusetts as a girl. And mainly it is where my grandpa grew up. My grandpa is one of the most important, greatest influences in my life, practically a surrogate father - so of course I’d want to live where he lived. It’s ironic that he couldn’t wait to move away when he was older!
And I’m ready for my adventure to begin. As a little girl I would ask everyone in my family stories about “when they were a kid”. My brain is filled with memories that aren’t mine. I can picture all the different places in the united states and the world they have been. And the crazy, sometimes dysfunctional (but hey, we put the “fun” back in it!) tales of my grandparents and mother and aunt and uncles. Alaskan earthquakes and bears and bears and hot wheels tracks and stopping leaks in helicopter gas tanks with pieces of chewed gum. I always felt like I needed to catch up and have some adventures of my own. I’ve had a few, mainly in airports with my brother, but I’m ready for some more. Bring it on Boston! I’ll have some stories to make the family proud.
We’re leaving on Monday. I promise to be better and keep you posted, hopefully with pictures.

(and that isn’t all!)

