When I first started writing this blog I remember asking a friend (who blogs) for some advice. He started out by saying, “whatever you do, DON’T complain. No one gives a shit. And anyway, there’s too much bitching and moaning out there in the blog world already.” So I set off to create a blog that would be interesting, informative, and entertaining. I reread my entries ad nauseam to make certain there wasn’t a whiff of self-pity, because let’s face it, we’re pretty damned lucky to be in the situation we’re in. (And I fully recognize that.)
Now, barely a week has passed since our arrival, and I’m feeling a little out of whack, wondering if what I’ve created here (this blog) is worth the effort. I mean, if I can’t vent here occasionally, where can I? I have no editor, unless you count my 20-years-in-journalism husband. If it gets too “heavy”, my “followers” (all 9 of them) can just click away. Although considering they’re all my family, they’ll most likely just pick up the phone to make sure I’m okay. I suppose everyone in my situation starts feeling a twinge of existentialism, most likely with each move. While our spouses are off learning interesting new stuff and meeting fascinating people, we’re figuring out where to store the UAB that just arrived (his tools, my shoes). It’s all up to us, right? We have the responsibility of reminding ourselves of what motivates, inspires, or swells our hearts with joy. No family or friends around to say, “aw, shucks, blow it off. Let’s go eat cupcakes and then try to squeeze into whatever we find on the clearance racks”. Not much that and a sunny day can’t fix. But who’s going to bring me back to reality when I insist on ordering and devouring two full sized cupcakes because I seriously cannot decide? Who’s going to tell me that even though that dress may be marked down from $249 to $39.99, it’s really only appropriate to laze around the house in (eating cupcakes) pretending that I’ve just stepped off a “real women for Anthropologie” photo shoot. I’ll buck up. I’ll be fine. I’ll steer clear of Georgetown Cupcakes and Anthro. I have tools to unpack, things to organize. Maybe I’ll just go put on a colorful gauzy dress with shoulder appliques to do it in.