Memorial Day and Moving On

I know that I am extremely late with this post but, I had a nice Memorial Day weekend (and I hope you guys did too). Lorenzo and I packed up the car and drove about 6 ½ hours to Daytona Beach, where Lorenzo’s sister lives, to celebrate her eldest son’s high school graduation. Lorenzo and I also “celebrated” our one year wedding anniversary last Friday as well. Why the quotations? Well, because really didn’t do anything special to acknowledge the occasion. We both worked all day, (well, I worked all day, I don’t know what Lorenzo was doing) and by the time we were done, we had to pack for the trip. We went to dinner at The Palm, just to say we did something, and because we really didn’t feel like cooking. Then we got up at 3 am and were on the road by 4am.

Of all of his siblings, only two were unable to attend. On Saturday, we had a party, and I was able to chat with a few of Lorenzo’s aunts about what he was like as a child. I wanted to get some insight on what our future children’s personalities may be like. Since the graduation was Sunday night, we took Lorenzo’s aunts, mom, and sisters out to brunch about an hour away in Titusville at a place called Shiloh’s Steak House. The graduation was nice; at the beginning of the ceremony the announcer recapped all of the world events that were going on at the time from when all the graduates were born up until this year. I did a little math and realized that most of these kids were born around the time I was getting ready to graduate high school myself! Ugh… Anyway, the announcer made a statement that resonated with me, he said:

“Most people don’t live the life they want; they live the life they were given.”

I liked that statement because it rang true for a lot of people that I know. They think they have to live the life they were born into and don’t try hard enough to do anything else. The life that I was given is the entire reason I work so hard- I don’t want to relive that every day…but I digress.

In other news, I have decided that I’m going to put this blog to bed. I started this blog three years ago before I moved to Atlanta and it covers my move here, my engagement, my new home, all the places I’ve visited, my wedding and honeymoon, my job search and starting my Master’s program. This isn’t necessarily a goodbye, but more like, “see you on my next blog”. I still haven’t decided what to call it yet, but I want to have it launched by July. This one will still be about my life, but not specifically about moving to Atlanta. Maybe I’ll talk more about my marriage…maybe Lorenzo will write something from time to time…we’ll see.

I have some work to take care of for the next two weeks, so I will make sure to post information about the new blog on my next post. Until then, enjoy the summer!

Boxes, Boxes…Everywhere!

imagesThree more weeks! I’m so excited I don’t know what to do with myself. There’s a corner in my sister’s living room that is slowly turning into a storage closet. If I were better at packing, I would be almost done by now, but since I suck at it and I procrastinate I am nowhere near finished.  You’d think that since I travel so much with the military and to visit my out of town friends that I would be an expert about packing, but I’m not. I actually hate doing it. I consider it one of life’s (many) necessary evils. I already told my boyfriend not to be shocked if he opens up a box and finds it full random things dumped into it haphazardly. I even labeled some of the boxes “Random Kitchen Stuff” and “Random Randoms”.

            My boyfriend spent a better part of Memorial Day weekend moving into the apartment. He spent most of Monday putting furniture together. He should be completely moved in before the week is over, but if not he’ll finish up next week. I want to be completely packed by the time he gets here on the 14th. The only thing that will be left is my bed—and then off to a little BBQ / Going Away Party at my Aunt’s house before we hit the road.

            Some of my close friends and family are still in denial about my leaving. Others are happy and I’ve even ran into a few that are skeptical. I try my hardest not to get defensive with the skeptics- the things they say are based on their own opinions and maybe the experiences of others, but they don’t know me very well-they don’t know my thought process. They are not familiar with my relationship or the things that we discuss so I don’t worry about it. Those who know me and my boyfriend fairly well don’t question us; they are very happy for us. I’m not going to continue to repeat how excited I am, but I am thinking about taking a bunch of photos for the road trip….hmmm….