Oh hey, blog! Is it just me or do six months just whizz by somehow?
Yes, this post is appropriately titled because it will, indeed, be a catch all post to update about our family and what we have been up to the last several months.
I was reading through my last post from July and I cannot believe how cute and little my boy was! Because he’s quite the rambunctious, much bigger two-year-old now…
That’s the mischievous smile, my friends. Don’t let him fool you.
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It was the spring of 2007, when I met her. We were both high school seniors, eagerly anticipating the new season of life that would be college, adulthood, and freedom. We were the only two declaring education as our major in our cohort of 40 students who had been invited to the university for a chance to interview for five full-tuition scholarships. I didn’t land that scholarship. But I gained something much more valuable. We decided to be roommates after spending that week together, never realizing we would become lifelong friends.
This year will be nine years of celebrating birthdays together. She created a tradition early on that would stick with us through all of our birthdays, whether we were physically together or not to celebrate them. Each birthday, she would ask the first two questions to the birthday girl and the last question to our group of close friends – Read more…
Have you seen this kind of meme floating around the social media world lately?
There are mixed interpretations on the various studies that have taken up this topic, and although I think there is validity to friendships that have a longer history together, at the end of the day, friendships, like all relationships, require effort on both ends. It’s the good old principle of whatever you put into it is what you’ll get out of it.
After I got married and we moved halfway across the country to the sweet Midwest, I quickly came to a new realization about friendships – making friends as a young, single twenty-something is very different from making friends as a still-young, but now married (and without babies) twenty-something.
All of my closest friends I had made as a young adult had become what I call my “history friends” because I had lived with them or gone through significant life changes with them. I know that whole theory of “you’re best friends until you live together” is real, but I had a rather unique experience with my roommates from college and post-college. Read more…
Thanksgiving took on a whole new meaning for me my freshman year of college. I loved my new found independence and friends, but by mid-October, I was really starting to miss my family back at home.
I still remember the feeling of that one hour flight from the LA area to Phoenix that November. The desert landscape filled with wispy clouds seemed to extend for eternity, as I counted the slow minutes until landing in the place I had called home for 18 years. It wasn’t just the beautiful spread and yummy food that warmed my heart that Thanksgiving; it was the realization of how precious my family was to me (and how much I actually liked my little brother 😉 ). Read more…
It’s about 5am here in the Motherland and after having spent the last two hours tossing and turning (darn you jet lag) and doing all the things you’re not supposed to do when you’re trying to go to sleep (aka scrolling through Facebook and Instagram countless times to find that nothing has changed in the last five minutes), I figured it was time to update the world on our June adventures.
I did mean to update along the way, but I learned something revolutionary over the last few weeks. Ready for it? Read more…
