the ‘we’ syndrome

This is my second day as a blogger. Do I count as a real blogger yet? Thanks to the lovely Panda, I have one follower. So I think I’m legit. Right?

Today is also Jacob and my one month anniversary. One month ago today there were massive storms. and tornado warnings. I feel special, really. Not just anybody gets tornados who want to celebrate with them.

And that’s also the day that we became a “we”.

It’s still a new concept for me. It’s not a loss of identity things. It’s more like I have an inability to make plans for myself. Or go anywhere alone.

We go grocery shopping together. And bike ride together. And picnic in the park together. And play Wii together. And generally have a blast together.

I do love always having a date. Someone to hang out with. Knowing that whatever I do after work, it will include Jacob.

So I’m not complaining.

But sort of.

I was really independent. Like really independent. Like fly to London where I don’t know anyone for a semester independent.

But if I'm perfectly honest about it, I’m relieved I don’t have to be that independent anymore. London by yourself can be lonely. And grocery shopping by yourself can be emotionally exhausting. Or that could just be me.

I’ve decided to embrace this “we” we’ve become. I’m pretty sure it will fade. And one day I’ll be running errands by myself. And one of us will grocery shop alone (please… let that be Jacob). And eventually we’ll be less of a “we” and I’ll miss this.

So tell me, is this a honeymoon phase thing? Will it fade? Do I even want it to fade?

hello.

Have you ever thought to yourself – “I think I’m moderately funny. I at least have my moments. My dad thinks I’m funny. I have at least 4 friends that desperately want to hear everything I’m thinking . ok maybe 2. Or maybe just my sister. Oh, and my hubby. So yes, 2 people desperately want to know what I’m thinking at all times.”

Oh, just me? Ok then. I’ll just continue with my internal monologue. I know you care. Deeply.

There are at least 17 facebook friends who will click through a link and moderately care about what I write. I may be actual friends with 15 of them. Two are just creepers. But they comment a lot and make me feel good about my social networking standings. (and if you’re reading this, no I’m not talking about you. We have a deep personal friendship.)

So there are a total of 19 people plus my mom who are guaranteed to read this.

And that’s how this blog started. Just a slightly funny, very sarcastic girl with a dream – that one day people would look forward to reading her every thought. In a very sarcastic and hopefully funny way.

A few things about me (this section is to hook you so you think I’m so interesting and you start to care about me)

• I love coffee. Love it. Love it. Love it.
• I hate commas. Only in extreme circumstances will you see them used.
• I work from home as a freelance literary publicist. This allows me to drink mass amounts of coffee throughout the day and watch So You Think You Can Dance on hulu without anyone judging.
• I’m pretty good at what I do. Just saying.
• I just got married approximately 29 days ago. Best 29 days of my life. Other than that time I met Jason Castro. No, it was probably better than that. But only slightly.
• I’ve met Seth Godin. We talked about publishing. If you know who that is - be jealous. If not please go read his blog immediately.
• I never name drop. Ever. Except when it’s super exciting and interesting. Seth Godin and Jason Castro both fit that bill. So does Tim Gunn. But I’ve never met him.
• I was the junior baking campaign at the DuPage County fair when I was in middle school. Expect some amazing culinary feats on some upcoming posts. Like these cupcakes that I want to make for my sister’s bachelorette party. You probably wish you were on the guest list based on those cupcakes alone.
• I live in Chicago. Bucktown to be precise. I’m pretty hipster. But by hipster I mean completely preppy with only a pinch of hipster thrown in. But I try.

Anything else you want to know? Just stay tuned for the best blog ever. Seriously. It’s going to be worth all this build up.

And if it’s not. At least my mom would have enjoyed it.