Archive for the ‘the thirties’ Tag

o-h-i-o, i-m-i-s-s-y-o-u.   Leave a comment

ohio loveIf home is truly where the heart is, then Ohio will always be home.

Lately, as the thirties continue to make me more maternal and sentimental than I ever imagined being, I’ve been realizing more and more that my heart has been stranded there since I relocated to Chicago nearly five years ago.

And after a phone call from one of my best friends tonight, who is now a proud papa, I’m anxiously awake trying to gather my thoughts (by typing them out) and missing my friends back in Ohio.

Now I’m not going to sit here and go on and on about how A*MAY*ZING my college years in Ohio were because I’ve done than dozens of times on this blog before.  But rather, I feel myself in being pulled back by my love for Ohio- mainly the people there that I love- and trying to fight the urge to go back to the place I once called home (even though my hometown is technically Pittsburgh, PA).

Here I am, thirty-years old and engaged to a great guy, not to be mention that I am living in one of the greatest cities in the world.  That being said, there isn’t a thing I can complain about.

But as I mentioned in my last post, being in your late twenties/ thirties brings about its own set of growing up challenges.  Life is no longer about being able to go out until 2 AM (or 4 AM here in Chicago) on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.  Instead, weekends are about visiting with family and friends, catching up on work deadlines, and resting up for the week ahead.

That being said, with the large majority of my (closest) friends living in Ohio and other non-Chicago cities, it’s becoming hard for me to adjust to changes in my life without my friends nearby to join me for the ride.

So here it is, once again: Chicago vs. Ohio.  With Cubby’s whole life here in Chicago, not to mention his goals and dreams as well, it doesn’t seem possible that Ohio will be incorporated into our plans.

But, is that what I want?

I guess that’s what I’m trying to figure out.

Lately it seems like I’m trying to figure out a lot of things about my life.  #cheerstogrowing up #thirties

XOXO
K

 

the in-between: that phase between engaged and babies   Leave a comment

love marriage babyMore now than any other time in my life (thus far), I am completely aware of the transitional periods that life throws upon us.  For example, those few months between college graduation and “the real world” presented many challenging moments for me as I tried to figure out those inevitable questions “Who am I?” and “What do I do now?”.

But while those days were rough in their own way, this new phase of life certainly brings up many new ideas and challenges that I’ve really never given too much thought to in the past.

When you’re a single lady, as I was for nearly 28 1/2 years, your ideology is focused on friends, job, bills, and boys.  You spend most of your time texting with your friends and Facebook stalking all of those ex-crushes from your past.  On the weekends, you daydream over glasses of wine what life would be like with a boyfriend.

Then you find yourself with a boyfriend… and before you know it, you’re in love. 

And soon you’re engaged and planning a wedding.

But what no one really tells you is that once the bliss of the engagement wears off, you find yourself stuck in the spotlight of decision-making.  Every phone call is asking about dates, venues, colors, and guest lists.  Every email is about bridal shows, dresses, flowers, and registries.

To be honest, I keep thinking to myself, Can’t we just get married already?  Should we just elope and get it over with?  I bring it up to Cubby every other week just to see how he’s doing.  I mean we are about thirteen and a half months from the BIG DAY and most days I don’t want to wait!  I always tell him, “I would have married you yesterday”.

Okay, enough of the gushy stuff.  I still need to take about babies!!

Babies! Babies! Babies!

All over my Facebook feed, people are announcing their pregnancies.  People from high school, from college, from past jobs… everyone is having babies!  It’s such a beautiful time in life for these people.

With being around kids at least five days a week, and seeing all of these adorable baby pictures, I’ll come forth and admit that I’ve found myself thinking about having babies of my own.  Okay, I’ve done more than thinking about it- I’ve actually started making a list of baby names.  Crazy, right?  What’s crazy is that I’m more worried that someone will take my names before I have these children I’m daydreaming about.  (I admit, I really am crazy.)

But seriously, is this normal?  Am I normal?  Once you’ve set a wedding date, does is the brain programmed to start thinking about babies?

All I know is that the thirties are proving to bring a lot of changes into my life, and I’m actually ready for them.  Although, I think I’ll wait another two years (or more) to have a baby.

 

XOXO
K