The idea for this blog started just a few days ago as I found myself sitting in a beautiful restaurant in Somerville enjoying a plate full of crispy buffalo wings, when it started to rain. I glanced out the window momentarily before deciding to return my attention to another bite of wings, but when I looked back a moment later, it was suddenly pouring outside. For some reason, as if out of a movie, I smiled. Just me--sitting at the bartop of a restaurant drinking a glass of water and having a plate full of wings--I sat by myself and I giggled at the pouring rain.
It was in that moment that I knew I had to do something.
I have been in Boston for less than two months and the journey to get here took much longer than a few hours on a plane. The last year has been nothing less than an adventure and yet recently, I had found myself surprisingly uninspired. The dust had finally cleared from the events of this year and maybe it was that now, in this time of complete freedom and total peace, that I had been shocked by the striking change in my life.
January of this year brought me one of the most amazing opportunities I have ever been able to experience. As my college experience began to come to a close, I was pleased to find myself traveling to New York to spend a semester at Sarah Lawrence College to focus on writing.
Little did I know, New York would bring even more growth that I expected. To make a long story short, when I came back to California in May, I wasn't just engaged, I was planning two weddings and another big move across the country.
My husband is a fireman in the Coast Guard and after getting married before he left for basic training (a small ceremony in my parents' backyard in May) and two weeks before our second ceremony for the rest of the family (end of July), we got the news that we would be stationed in Boston. I had a lot to do and a lot to look forward to. Yet come our move at the beginning of August, I found myself a little lost as to what to do with myself as I quickly learned my husband works about 80% of the time.
So now, two months later, I have found my inspiration. I could have gotten upset the other day-- it was pouring rain and I was wearing sandals. I still had my grocery shopping to do and since we haven't bought a car yet, that means walking and catching the bus while lugging heavy bags of food. Yet instead, I laughed at the rain. I let the surprise become a source of joy. So now, not only am I determined to take full advantage of where we have been placed, but I have also vowed to find excitement in everything I possibly can. A moody person in general, I have learned over the years that my attitude can change everything. With my husband off at work so often, I think I have become complacent and failed to realize all the wonderful benefits of our situation. I have failed to laugh at the rain in my life and therefore, I have failed to embrace our new life and let it inspire me. We are in a brand new place, with a brand new marriage, and a brand new life to start.
It's time to open up to the journey.
