Just a little intro

When Kyle started this blog back in December of ...hmmm..oh-six, I was very pregnant with Savannah and just starting to get back in the swing of writing after a 2 year hiatus. I use the word "writing" losely. It's not like I wrote for a newspaper (unless you count the Daily Universe, which really is a real newspaper, but there was not much in there that I was proud of being published), a magazine column, or written a novel. I wrote to get in my program, and I wrote to graduate from my program. And then I stopped. It's embarrassing to admit that as a public relations student I really didn't understand the impact (and the ease) blogs had on the public...or the future impact it would have on me personally.

It's been interesting, comical and a bit painful for me to go back and read older posts to see how far I've come (at least I hope I have) in making my best effort to truly express my authentic self and document the raw, beautiful, and challenging moments in my life. ( I would say "our" life, but it wouldn't be fair. Kyle accuses me of taking over "his" blog, but I really know he just started the blog because he knew once he did, I'd take over from there-- and that's exacly what he wanted.) In the beginning, I wasn't so good. But slowly over time the perfunctory regime of blowing off steam after a rotten day, or posting an outrageously adorable picture of my kids has helped me find my true self and express it if I am able to find a. the time, b. the words and c. the gumption.

Blogging has proven beneficial for a number of reasons: I am better documenting my children's accomplishments and funny little isms and will have something substantial to give them when they leave my nest and go on to be independent adults. Far better than the 4-page scrapbook I have of Cade and the 0-page scrapbook I have for Savvy. I'll have pictures in some sort of chronological order. I'll remember the bad AND the good and hopefully won't repeat history with the bad if I can help it. In any case, I am grateful for this blog. I am glad Kyle started it, and I am glad I have someplace safe to go to unload and let my thoughts spiral in a million directions and not really worry about the grade I am getting.

I'm sad I didn't have a blog before December of oh-six. It really would have been nice to remember all the moments before now and appreciate how far I've come and we've come as a family as well as remind myself I made it through the tough stuff and I can do it again.

It should come to no surprise to all of you that the last several months have been trying. I have probably come across as a very complainy person. Perhaps that is an accurate snapshot of who I've been. A complainer. A worrier. For a number of reasons. And oh, how I wish I could have a blog to read from all the moves I've made to remind myself, I can move. I can relocate. I can pack. I can unpack. I've done it so many times I need another hand to count. Granted, I've never moved with 2 kids in tow after living in a house for 2.5 years. All my other moves were just from one temporary student housing locale to another. Often furnished. Oh those beloved furnished apartments. But oh so tiny!

So in a very topsy-turvy, disorganized way, I've just attempted an introduction to my next post. I am going to take you with my down Drama Lane for a bit, the place where I've been for the last...oh, while, and let you peek into my world and share with you the mini-epiphanies that I've had to help me overcome. After all, isn't that what life is about? Mini-epiphanies that help us to overcome.

In short, I'll be going into excruciating boring detail on the move. My little move. From the suburbs of Chicago, to a very un-Chicago place. I dedicate the next post to all the un-documented moves I've made in my 6 year marriage.

For now, I am heading to bed. Sweet dreams!