Six years and a week ago, Tom and I weren’t dating. We had dated, and broken up, two times at this point in our love story (those tales are for other times!). So when I received a box from him the week before my senior spring break, I wasn’t expecting it. I was expecting even less what was inside.
Celebrating our heritage with delicious food and drink and memories of the “Old Country”. Includes my family’s SUPER easy method for delicious corned beef and cabbage.
Starting over isn’t fun. It feels a whole lot like failure. It’s humbling to be reminded even by something as little as a sweater disaster that sometimes we can’t just keep trudging forward. Sometimes the only way out is back.
During a summer in college, Tom drove from Pittsburgh to my home in Massachusetts to “pick me up” (as if it were down the street!) before the two of us drove from there to South Bend, IN. We stopped in Utica and Cleveland; it’s when I met most of his family; and we talked. We talked a lot.
“Hi! You must be the new…” “Yes, I’m the new girl. Pleased to meet you.” What he was trying to find the words for was “You’re the new pastoral associate, right?” but who ever remembers the words ‘pastoral associate’? Can’t blame him for that! Then I go and supply ‘new girl’. If it wasn’t what he was… Continue reading Hi, I’m the New Girl.