Today is May 3, 2010.  365 days ago, we left Southern California and landed in Boston, MA.  There are days when we say, “I can’t believe we’ve ONLY been out here for a year.”  Then there are those days where we look at each other and say, “Wow!  It’s been a year already??”  I guess it depends on when you ask us.  Let me just be honest for a second here and say that it’s been a tough year.  No, “tough” sounds too positive.  Let’s just say that this past year was quite a bitch.  I’m pretty sure that in this past year, Est and I have experienced every possible emotion and thought ranging from Cloud 9 all the way down to full on depression.

Now we’re a year out and tomorrow begins Finals Week.  5 days, 6 finals (are they kidding me with this??).  One of us is job hunting, and one of us is trying to survive academic probation (talk about a dark cloud looming overhead).  Who knows, maybe God’s kept us in this liminal state for the past semester for a reason.  I’m sure He has, and I don’t know if I’ll ever figure out what it is.  Whatever, some things are best left unknown I guess.

When I opened up this post I was ready to write about a ton of things I/we had learned this past year, but for some reason I can’t remember what they were.  What I can say is that if nothing else, this past year has taught us what it means to be grateful and faithful.  Not that we’ve mastered the two, but that we’ve understood the importance of them and how little of them we truly have.

Growing up I can’t say my dad and I were always on the best terms.  ”Grateful” was definitely not a term I’d use to describe my feelings towards him.  Getting married and moving across the country has put a complete 180 on that, though.  Not a day goes by without me thinking of all the things my dad taught me about being a man just by being who he was, imperfections and all.  If it weren’t for him and my mom, Est and I would be living under the front porch of one of the frat houses on our street.  He’s still the one phone call I never screen.

I used to think of faith as a big harness hanging me from a sturdy rope or something pretty and metaphorical like that.  Not that that’s wrong, but I’ve realized that often times faith can also look as if I’m hanging on by a string and although I know it won’t break, I’m sweating bullets and praying that I won’t fatigue too quickly and lose my grip.

Not exactly sure what the flow of this post was except to update you all on what’s been going on and I figured our 1 year anniversary was the perfect time to do so.  Let’s hope the next time I update the post will be about blue skies, academic deliverance, job security, and…winning the lottery!!

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I forgot to say thanks to everyone for being with us out here, even if you’re in sunny SoCal.  You know who you.  We love you all.  And special thanks to my best friend who gave up so much so we could do this together.  You’re the best!

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