April. May. That is the progression of months if you didn't know already. But that sequence sends chills up my spine, and beads of sweat under my pits. It signifies the end of college. The last four weeks before the end of college, and the official start to married life in the suburbs of New Jersey. Life is about the relationships you make, about the friendships and moments you share with your loved ones. I made one pivotal relationship, and that was my husband. This blog was a huge part of that relationship because it was the medium through which we exchanged idea, which to me are the most interesting of things. Some girls like jewelry. Some girls like flowers. Others like postcards. Since then, I have been self-enclosed in a bubble. I made the bubble with my impossible schedule, and endless appointments and activities. I've also chosen to do things by myself rather than with people. I have not scheduled time for friendships, lunches, dinners, parties, or the things that suppo
I began writing as an outlet for narcissism but found that blogging was more about the people in my world than about me. I am at my core a writer and educator with interests in community- building, social justice, markets, philanthropy, and academia. I am forging a path with your Dad, who I got to know mostly through the comments section of this blog. This is my story, and I'm happy to share it with you, my daughter.