Graduated from college in three years in the spring. My majors were journalism and English. Planned to go to seminary in New Orleans.
Hubby graduated in the summer. He also planned to go to New Orleans.
We moved our belongings to Metairie, La.
Hurricane Katrina blew us away.
Five days later, we got married.
Three weeks after we came back from our honeymoon, we found our first home: a two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment.
Started grad school, seeking to get a master’s in English. Hated. Every. Moment.
Started my first “grown-up” job as a reporter. Hated my boss.
Worked on Christmas Eve. Realized I needed to get out of the reporting biz. That wasn’t flying for me.
(My memories are getting better…)
Hubby bought me a puppy – the Superdog.
Got basically kicked out of grad school. Thought life had ended for me. Suffered with feelings of guilt for about a year.
Received a second chance from The Man, who suggested I get my master’s at a nearby HBCU (Historically Black College and University) in something I liked more – mass communications.
Loved my classes.
The Man offered me a job, which would start in 2007.
Began a new job at my alma mater – the third option five years previously.
Hubby started having doubts about his job, due to the lack of pay and ridiculously long hours and travel.
Graduated with my master’s. It was one of the most joyous celebrations of my life.
Started teaching. Felt like a fish out of water (still do).
Hubby announced that the 2008-09 year would be his last with his employer. I was terrified, but I knew he was making the right decision.
Turned in my application for my Ph.D.
Started my Ph.D. work. Was more terrified than ever based on past experiences. Succeeded in my first three classes. Am unimaginably thankful.
Hubby quit his job and started pursuing his master’s. We realized even more how blessed we are that we can make that situation work.
Started running to decrease stress and help me sleep. Signed up for a half-marathon.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!