Good Morrow, friends!
I really feel like the phrase “good morrow” needs to make a comeback. I’m going to make it happen.
|I agree Gretchen. I agree.|
Yesterday, ICYMI (in case you missed it, keep up people), I had the honor of guest posting over at The Life of Bon (which is a MUST READ blog, if you’ve never been there before). I wrote a little piece about fear and procrastination, and I thought about posting it again, here, for today’s post, but I felt that was lazy and a total cop-out.
Since there may be a few new people around here, and since I’ve seen a few new faces since I hung out with Karly last month (another must read), I thought it was high time I tell you a little more about myself. I know my About Me section is pretty bare bones (and I plan to keep it that way!) so now you’re getting the real deal!
I’m 26 years old and eagerly awaiting the moment when I join my husband in the thirty, flirty, and thriving club. I grew up in the mountains of southwestern Virginia, and if you’ve never been there before, put it on your bucket list. The views are amazing, the people are friendly, and there’s a little restaurant in Abingdon where you can get the most amazing cheesey bread.
I have two older brothers, which makes me the baby of the family AND the only girl. It’s probably safe to say I was the most dramatic of the children.
My top choice college was William and Mary, but I got wait-listed and without a further thought sent my money into Virginia Tech. My impulse decisions usually turn out to be my best decisions.
Something else you should know–I have Crohn’s Disease, which is basically an inflammation of the intestines. My friends called me Wormy because I was so tiny, and since I had such pain in my abdomen I preferred to walk slightly faster than a mosey. I ended up having major surgery in 2007, which wasn’t exactly my first choice for my summer vacation, but my dad and I had fun photo shoots with all of my machines so really, it all turned out for the best.
|This is CLASSIC Gary!|
When I was a junior,one day I said to myself,”what the hey ho, I’m going to pledge a service sorority!” I thought it would be a good way to get out of my comfort zone and meet more girls (I never trusted them after your typical, run-of-the-mill Mean Girls nonsense in elementary and middle school).
Turns out, it was another amazing decision, because I’m still best friends with many of these amazing ladies.
After I graduated, I was looking at a summer of funemployment until my little, Hannah, sent me a job application she found in her hometown of Winchester. Don’t get me wrong, funemployment was great, but money is great too, so I totally went for it. Two interviews and a few weeks later I was on my way to Winchester–I knew no one except for my little and her family.
I’ll admit, moving to the big city (not really) was one of the biggest challenges I’ve ever faced. Heck, it was even more difficult than surgery! At least you get a painkiller pump when you have surgery.
I digress. The thing is, many of my friends were still in Blacksburg and I Could. Not. Let. Go. This absolutley held me back from getting to know my new town and making friends.
|Little did I know, a few hours after this picture I would meet my future husband wearing this fabulous outfit.|
This is getting super long, so the Saga of Winchester might have to be saved for another day. In short, I ended up going out to my favorite local bar one night (for my birthday!) and I met a random stranger there who turned out to be my husband. You can read more about ALL of that here.
I hope this condensed version of my life was just as thrilling as I imagined it to be! Thanks for stopping by and I do hope you’ll stay a while!