So it begins..

The idea of even starting a blog seems awkward in itself, however I feel that it must be done. Too many awkward things happen in life and no one prepares you for them. so this is my attempt to tell the world what our parents never told us about "growing up."

My husband, David, is in the Marine Corps so we are constantly moving. Trying to start over in every new state seems to be an adventure in itself. There is a lot of places to see and explore. A new adventure every weekend trying to find our own little restaurants, in hopes to make this new place our home. All the while, trying to make new friends and build a community in a place you know barely anyone. And through all of this, i have learned that life is awkward.

For instance this weekend David and I bought a new kayak! Which in itself, is very exciting for many reasons... as much as I love the idea of being an adventurous girl.... at heart, I really just like to do what I already know. SO this creates a problem considering the only place to go kayaking is in the ocean. I don't know the ocean. I never grew up near one. I like the idea of it, but being in the middle of the very large ocean that I COULD BE LOST IN, terrifies me. The only problem is.. it Seems that i didn't figure this out till we were in the ocean, past the harbor, and the waves had started to crash. I honestly feel bad for David because all of a sudden I am freaking out. Not just like a quiet not moving freak out, but more of a nauseous I am going to be sick if we don't turn around right this instant freak out. David just sits there confused and perplexed mainly because it was my idea to buy a kayak...

All I know is the idea of being adventurous is glorious. However, all I seem to do is master awkwardness. And So it goes, on our little life adventure of repeating the same weekends over and over again. Will I ever learn?? Probably not.