It’s currently 1:42am over here on the east coast and the littlest of the 2 sisters, (that’s me!), has yet to go to bed. I swear I need to get myself on a better sleep pattern. The hubby, (we’ll have to concoct a fun code name to brand him with), has been passed out asleep since 10:00pm, (side note: passed out because of extreme exhaustion or because of the open bar that Bank of America ponied up tonight to celebrate the end of training for their analysts….it’s a toss up). Regardless, I’ve gotten to have a lot of me-time today/tonight. The hubby did, however, interrupt my watching of the So You Think You Can Dance finale show, (Go Jeanine!), by sleep walking into the living room, performing a pretty impressive monologue of pointless sleep-talking babble, and then marching himself happily back into the bedroom with a smile on his face. Hmm. What have I gotten myself into?
Indeed, what have I gotten myself into? I’ve officially been married for over a month now and everything seems to be streaming by in a blur. The wedding rocked, (no, I’m still not finished with the thank you cards), the honeymoon was superb, moving to NYC was virtually painless, (aside from Jeff almost breaking his leg, another story for another time), and now we’re the hottest newlywed couple to hit NYC….or so I wish, ha. However, life in NYC is quite the adventure and I do believe it’s the perfect place for a newly married couple to “set up shop.”. Not only does it allow them to discover how to work as a cohesive unit together, but it is also a great place for them to discover who they really are as individuals. I remember that was one of the biggest apprehensions I had about getting married, “I’m 23 years old and fresh out of college. I’m just now really discovering who I am as a person, but now I’m getting married and bringing an entirely new dynamic into my life?” I was terrified that by getting married I was going to “lose” myself before I actually even really found myself! Quite the debacle. But to put it into perspective, and to keep myself from going into a sleep-deprived ramble, getting married actually gave me a chance to take someone along with me on my road to self discovery. If I had set out on this journey alone, my insecurities would have left me experiencing life one little toe in the baby pool at a time. But with the hubby by my side, I’m doing a perfect two-and-a-half pike with a twist dive into the deep end! I know that no matter what my decisions are, I have someone whose willing to swim along with me….or dive in after me to save me from drowning. Awww.
Anyone getting nauseous yet? Oh get over it, I’m not that sappy! But I probably should run along to bed before Jeff puts on another rousing sleep walking display. We have company coming to visit for the weekend, hooray! So we get to do all the touristy New Yorkey things that I’ve wanted to do since we’ve gotten here, but refrained from doing because I wanted to be a “cool local.” All self dignity put aside, I’ll be toting my cool, but discrete, NYC guide book and handy dandy camera. If nothing else, I’m sure our friend’s visit will make for a pretty sweet Facebook photo album. See? Always a happy ending.
Peace out cub scout.
