A week ago, I got married. In seventeen days, my husband moves to New York and we will begin almost a year of long-distance. It is a strange, uncertain, and joyful time. I am happy for him, happy for us, and unsure of what this year will bring.

There is maIMG_20160729_140831057gic in beginnings. Anything could happen. And I find myself asking what I would like for this upcoming year.

As usual, I would like to save money. It will be a challenge, living on two coasts in two apartments, traveling back and forth each month, to do so, but in preparing for our marriage, the Man-Now-My-Husband and I talked about our separate goals, and created our shared ones. I want to do more than talk about those goals; I want to contribute to them.

I would like to write more. This blog has been a quiet place this summer, and I would like to see that change. I would like a record of what I’ve done, and thought about, in the first year of our marriage.

Of course, I want to write more than just blog posts. I want to grow as an essayist and a poet, to get better and to find homes for my work. I want to write regularly and well.

I want to work on myself. I want to be a better person, a happier, less stressed version of me. I want to learn and grow, and be able to look back in a year and say, “this is where I was, this is where I am, and this is where I’m going.”

Cheers to the journey.


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