How Did I Get Here?

Daniel and I saw a t-shirt in Amsterdam this summer that said, “Blogger: 2007-2015” and we laughed ourselves silly. That some company had taken the time to print and sell a shirt reminding all of us that blogs are so over was hysterical to us. I wish I’d bought that shirt, because it was like looking into a mirror. I spent years blogging, sending hundreds of thousands of words into the ether, charting my life on various Google and WordPress sites. And then I stopped. Archived, deleted, forgot.

And yet, here we are. Back at it again. Who cares about blogs today? I don’t know. But I don’t know that it particularly matters, either. In the past few months, we got secretly married, and our beloved dog died, and we sold our house, and we quit our jobs, and our wedding venue burned down, and we had a wedding anyway, and we went to Europe, and we drove a U-haul across the country, and we moved into a Manhattan apartment, and we started new jobs, and we adopted a pup, and, and, and.

Our lives have been “and” for months and I’m worried that if we don’t find a way to hang onto these moments, we’ll come up for air only to find our memories have been smoothed over like so many river stones.

And that’s why we’re here. To try and remember these halcyon moments while we live them. So, peruse the archives, check out the categories, scroll on down, and join us on this journey.

And in proper homage to an early 2000’s blog, here are some song lyrics for you:

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, “Well… how did I get here?”
“Once in a Lifetime” – Talking Heads