Begin Again (Again [AGAIN])
Goodness.
The last time I wrote here, I was six weeks into married life and feeling oh-so-sure of myself. I knew I didn't have all the answers, but I was riding a wave of newly-wedded bliss that was bigger and more beautiful than I even realized.
I look back on that year now with sentimental fondness that will only grow, I'm sure. Mostly it will grow because of how far removed that year was from any of the years (by my count, it's been three) since I last put pen to paper (or in this case, put finger to key in a specific attempt to post on the blog).
The first year of marriage was bliss. We lived in a 200 year-old farmhouse and ate popcorn and drank margaritas every evening while binging TV shows. Often we'd eat dinner on the porch and watch birds and wildlife beneath the willow. It was awesome, and I loved it.
The second year of marriage was hell. Not because we didn't get along (although we've had our moments), but because circumstances were horrendous. Cancer scares, medical issues, surgeries... we lost relatives, jobs, and living arrangements. It was rough, and I'm pretty happy I didn't blog about that year. I learned a lot, but I don't want to have to relive it.
This third year... has been a year of resettling. We're both employed in different jobs than before. We are home-owners now, and have a dog-daughter who is spoiled beyond reason. It's fun.
Now we're on a journey of becoming foster parents. It's a new and exciting and scary journey that we are alternately thrilled and petrified to find ourselves on.
And as life continues to develop and change, I am hoping to once again revive the blog. I've been blogging off and on for over a decade, and this is the fourth site and eighth attempt I've made at getting back into it.
We'll see how it goes. These things are easier dreamed than done.
But if it goes, I hope you'll read along and enjoy what you read!
The last time I wrote here, I was six weeks into married life and feeling oh-so-sure of myself. I knew I didn't have all the answers, but I was riding a wave of newly-wedded bliss that was bigger and more beautiful than I even realized.
I look back on that year now with sentimental fondness that will only grow, I'm sure. Mostly it will grow because of how far removed that year was from any of the years (by my count, it's been three) since I last put pen to paper (or in this case, put finger to key in a specific attempt to post on the blog).
The first year of marriage was bliss. We lived in a 200 year-old farmhouse and ate popcorn and drank margaritas every evening while binging TV shows. Often we'd eat dinner on the porch and watch birds and wildlife beneath the willow. It was awesome, and I loved it.
The second year of marriage was hell. Not because we didn't get along (although we've had our moments), but because circumstances were horrendous. Cancer scares, medical issues, surgeries... we lost relatives, jobs, and living arrangements. It was rough, and I'm pretty happy I didn't blog about that year. I learned a lot, but I don't want to have to relive it.
This third year... has been a year of resettling. We're both employed in different jobs than before. We are home-owners now, and have a dog-daughter who is spoiled beyond reason. It's fun.
Now we're on a journey of becoming foster parents. It's a new and exciting and scary journey that we are alternately thrilled and petrified to find ourselves on.
And as life continues to develop and change, I am hoping to once again revive the blog. I've been blogging off and on for over a decade, and this is the fourth site and eighth attempt I've made at getting back into it.
We'll see how it goes. These things are easier dreamed than done.
But if it goes, I hope you'll read along and enjoy what you read!
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