Oh the places you'll go!

Marriage is just a piece of paper with a fancy stamp on it. It doesn’t have a manual of how marriage actually works. There will be ups and downs, fights or no fights, sleeping together or sleeping in separated rooms, laughter or tears, love or no love. I myself recently got married in July 2015 in Gulf Shores, Alabama (Gorgeous place I have to admit!) and 5 months later, I already feel like it’s falling apart. I feel so overwhelmed with trying to keep this marriage together and it’s frustrating. Marriage is extremely hard work, there are so many compromises you’ll need to do and so many things you didn’t even know before you married your spouse. Our first fight was a couple nights after the wedding and it was about not changing my last name. I told him weeks before getting married that I didn’t want to change my last name because I felt it was wrong to just change my last name for him. (I plan to do another blog about not changing my last name, don’t worry though!) Eventually...

Since I wrote my first blog couple weeks ago, I've been super duper occupied with packing up last things in Paris, Texas into three vehicles we took to Corpus Christi. I’m curious to see how many miles and how long it took since I travelled a crap load within three weeks. Let’s start off when I left for my bridal shower back in end of May. 1,120 MILES, 16 HOURS AND 6 MINUTES             In the end of May, I said my good byes to my co-workers at Cozy Cappuccino after working with them for five months. It was a Wednesday when my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and I left for North Dakota. It was also the last time I would see Nick until Independence Day weekend.             On the way up there, we were unsure if we needed to stop at a hotel overnight or be hardcore women that didn’t get enough sleep to drive straight through. We were basically driving across Amer...

Here I am in an unfamiliar world of blogging. First things first, I don't usually blog about life, world events, and other shenanigans. I'm the person that would listen to the media and talk to other people what do they think, how would they react and what they would do. It's quite fascinating that so many people on the planet has their own opinions, and there is always a different opinion that we would never even thought of before. Each person has their own opinions and their own stories to tell. Let me tell you my story.  It's the late fall of 2006 and the weather has swift cold winds and leaves are crumbling to the ground. A small yellow school bus pulls up to the drop off and I grab my backpack with a sigh and off to school I went. Wandering down the hallway of Grayslake North High School, I see bulletins of joining the Yearbook Club and I thought to myself, "That would be fun because I love writing and taking pictures, maybe later when I have the time....