Hello world! I am finally getting serious about this blogging thing, after considerable prodding from my husband. My life has changed vividly in the past year (more on that later), and lesson learned, change evokes characteristics—sluggishness, among them—that I always denied.
With procrastination behind me, here I am! This blog will be a record of all the newness around me, and the laughs, struggles and inevitable awkwardness that will ensue as I embark on my newfound life in the country.
A little background for you. Just over two months ago, I married the love of my life, David. We met through mutual friends (quite a story, I must say), dated for a year and a half, and had a beautiful, handcrafted wedding in our new hometown of Madison County, Virginia. Well, my new hometown. David has been here for five years, since just after college. When we met, I was living in hectic Norfolk in a one-bedroom apartment, driving a little red Mustang. These days, David and I share a cozy house with neighbors just barely in sight and two SUVs (thanks to winding roads and winter precipitation) in the gravel driveway. In a blink of an eye, this city girl became a Mountain Mrs.
Madison County is a great place to live, and arguably the most beautiful part of Virginia. But it’s small—just over 13,000 people who all seem to know each other. And I don’t know more than a couple dozen of them. It’s funny, really, how much I stick out. I’ll give you an example from a recent visit to the grocery store. It’s a Monday afternoon, and I’m trying to make record time as I zip through the store—both because I’m hungry and I feel like everyone is looking at me. On the bread aisle, heading toward me are a teenager and his mom sort of huddled together, and I hear the boy quietly say something about baseball. The mom’s light bulb comes on and she says, “Oh yeah, the really tall one!” You see, my husband is an assistant coach for the high school baseball team, and he’s 6’4”. I’d been spotted! I made an immediate mental note to never again wear my gym clothes in public. Or my sweatpants. Or my leggings. Dang it.
Thanks for reading! Plenty more to come.
With procrastination behind me, here I am! This blog will be a record of all the newness around me, and the laughs, struggles and inevitable awkwardness that will ensue as I embark on my newfound life in the country.
A little background for you. Just over two months ago, I married the love of my life, David. We met through mutual friends (quite a story, I must say), dated for a year and a half, and had a beautiful, handcrafted wedding in our new hometown of Madison County, Virginia. Well, my new hometown. David has been here for five years, since just after college. When we met, I was living in hectic Norfolk in a one-bedroom apartment, driving a little red Mustang. These days, David and I share a cozy house with neighbors just barely in sight and two SUVs (thanks to winding roads and winter precipitation) in the gravel driveway. In a blink of an eye, this city girl became a Mountain Mrs.
Madison County is a great place to live, and arguably the most beautiful part of Virginia. But it’s small—just over 13,000 people who all seem to know each other. And I don’t know more than a couple dozen of them. It’s funny, really, how much I stick out. I’ll give you an example from a recent visit to the grocery store. It’s a Monday afternoon, and I’m trying to make record time as I zip through the store—both because I’m hungry and I feel like everyone is looking at me. On the bread aisle, heading toward me are a teenager and his mom sort of huddled together, and I hear the boy quietly say something about baseball. The mom’s light bulb comes on and she says, “Oh yeah, the really tall one!” You see, my husband is an assistant coach for the high school baseball team, and he’s 6’4”. I’d been spotted! I made an immediate mental note to never again wear my gym clothes in public. Or my sweatpants. Or my leggings. Dang it.
Thanks for reading! Plenty more to come.
