Month: December 2015

An Open Letter to an Old (Rather, a Former) Friend

Well, hello there. It was a huge surprise (not necessarily a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless) to hear from you the other day. But, before I dive into the crux of this message, I feel like I need to clarify something: I didn’t think that our relationship was one that was ever going to be rekindled. Admittedly, we were very close in our senior year of college. I acknowledge (and Reggie acknowledges, and you will probably acknowledge…) that our friendship was very important to me. If I’m honest, I suppose that if I didn’t have your friendship during that time, I probably wouldn’t have been very happy that year. But you also have to admit: after some time, our friendship turned sour. I can be naive, particularly around new people. I’m very trusting. I tend to assume the best in people; it doesn’t take a lot for me to like someone new, unless they have huge red flags upon our initial meeting. I saw no red flags around you — maybe some pink flags, but, like …

My Island-Life Interlude — and A Return to Reality

Last week, Reggie and I had a first-time experience in our nearly-two-year marriage: our first just-because vacation. To give a bit of context, Reggie and I aren’t really the type of people who will do things just to do things. As much as I’d like to be, I’m just not a spontaneous person; it’s just not in my DNA. And if I’m not spontaneous, well, Reggie definitely isn’t. These aren’t bad qualities in our relationship, or things that we need to fix. We’re just practical people, and we’re very intentional with our plans (sometimes to my occasional frustration, but c’est la vie). With that being said, this vacation was significant. Due to the nature of my job as a college recruiter, I knew that my life would become chaotic in September and October, thanks to career fairs and business trips to universities across the country and countless interviews. Looking at my work schedule, I knew that I would be away from home for at least five weeks straight. So, in early August, Reggie and I …