One Year Ago
Coat: Tulle via Modcloth (similar, as mine is sold out), Top: also Modcloth and sold out (similar), Jeans: Joes Jeans Visionaire in Stephanie, Shoes: Urban Outfitters, Bib necklace: SendTheTrend, Hair: Wind whipped.
January 22nd 2012
It has been exactly one year since our lives changed forever. A death in my husband’s family propelled us forward in such a direction that you are now looking at a picture of me after a crazy storm on the plains of Oklahoma rather than — well likely I wouldn’t have started this blog.
I was working full time at a hospital, deep in the trenches of 12 hour shifts and body fluids we won’t even begin to discuss. My husband had a desk job that was crippling his back at the ripe old age of 27. We were barely able to see the sky from the hole we found ourselves at the bottom of, both financially and emotionally. We were living in a town both of us are now comfortable admitting that we truly loathed. (Sorry to anyone reading this from Redding — it just wasn’t for us.)
At some point in your early adult years, you stop dreaming about all the things you wanted to do and begin to submit to the reality of modern life. You become comfortable with the idea of monotony and middle class, with the rat maze you’ll be stuck in forever. You get cozy in your punch-the-clock job and suburban life and the idea of breaking free isn’t even feasible.
Through the ashes of the tragedies that struck us a year ago, a golden phoenix emerged and simply handed us the opportunity to change our future forever, for the better. It required some big changes, like moving 1,800 miles — from West Coast to Midwest. It forced our hand, and we took a huge gamble with our marriage and our future, but in the end it has led us here: to happiness.
And to crazy storms that blow in and out in the span of 3 hours but manage to scare you silly.
