Regardless as to the fact that I might be feeling somewhat professionally bored, and regardless as to the fact that I sprained my cheek muscles two weeks before the wedding and suffered a knee injury four days after our wedding and cut our trip to Monhegan short (read: opportunity for physical therapy to prevent a tired tendon from getting worse over time!), my life is amazing. I am married to the man I have loved for nearly half my life. We had a wonderful wedding (digital photos to come soon) and a wonderful reception. We have amazing family. I am happy to say that there was no drama around the wedding -- no one screamed at each other. No two parts of any family or friend network were feuding. We just had a great time. Furthermore, and most importantly, my mother is recovering well and decorated the tent! How lucky am I?
As I mentioned, I have been professionally bored. The work I do on a daily basis, while valuable, is somewhat dull when I don't have my wonderful co-workers around to make the day go by. What's my passion? I have too many of them. Yes, I am studying to become a math teacher, but I also am passionate about public health and architecture, and I'm not quite ready to jump into being a teacher yet. I don't have to be. Any thoughts? But all this pales in comparison to my otherwise fairly fortunate life.
We are still settling into our new condo in lovely Jamaica Plain along the Southwest Corridor Park. As we slowly find homes for the wedding gifts we received, we continue to clean up and find homes for the stuff we moved in here with in April. It's a good process, and the place is continuing to feel more like a home and less like a storage unit. These things take time.
As a closing to this bewilderingly scattered post, I will only mention that sometimes I'm shocked by how quickly time passes. I had assumed that by 30, there were certain things I'd do, things I'd be certain about. But it sure is an interesting process.