Monday, June 1, 2009
Conundrum
I never know how much to say in blogs. Sometimes I wonder- do I get too personal? Say things that no one wants to know or cares about? I worry that I replace my personal journal with these entries and that is something I hope is not true because I find my old journal entries extremely embarrassing more often than not. I wonder...
Thoughts on family
We recently celebrated our 1 year anniversary in Syracuse. I honestly can't remember which day we arrived in Syracuse. I can, however, remember my mild horror as we drove down the slightly decrepit Midler Ave, past what we now call "the scary house", and thinking to myself "Oh my gosh- could it be worse than L.A.?!?" But that was before I got the first glimpse at our cozy little apartment, met our fantastic landlord/neighbor Rich and discovered I was within walking distance of two used bookstores and the library. It's been a good year.
However, the thing I remember most about this time is how I finally was starting to feel like a part of my new family. It's weird to get married and change your name. I felt confused and a little displaced. Here I was living in a place where no one would ever know me as Sara Zeckoski or, for most of our friends, as someone other than Joe's wife.
Even though I'd been hanging around the Blum family for years I'd never been a Blum myself. But after the long hours on the road with my brother-in-laws, Zac and Tim, and stopping at Grandpa Pete and Grandma Sally's house I was finally feeling like a part of the clan. Uncle John eased my fears about getting a job. Aunt Mary took us for a hike. The Lindstroms even stopped in for breakfast and some mocking of Joe's height. It felt good.
I've never been close to my own extended family- in fact, my best friend's extended family felt more like my own (Hi LeDouxs!). I think my parent's have felt bad about this sometimes but I never thought they should. I love my parents and siblings dearly and that is something I treasure. Not everyone has that and I don't remember ever feeling deprived. But I still do enjoy having all these new people in my life. It's exciting and fun.
Recently, Joe's gradfather Pete Blum passed away and we flew out for the funeral. I didn't really know what to expect but I certainly didn't foresee how much I would treasure the time spent with my in-laws on the home turf (aka Wisconsin. if you know Joe then no explanation is needed). Though it was a sad occasion that brought us all together, Grandpa Pete's life is inspiring and I really loved the time spent getting more in touch with the Blum family.
All this to say, sometimes it still feels weird being married. I still think of myself as Sara Zeckoski a lot of the time. But I'm glad to also belong to the Blum clan.
However, the thing I remember most about this time is how I finally was starting to feel like a part of my new family. It's weird to get married and change your name. I felt confused and a little displaced. Here I was living in a place where no one would ever know me as Sara Zeckoski or, for most of our friends, as someone other than Joe's wife.
Even though I'd been hanging around the Blum family for years I'd never been a Blum myself. But after the long hours on the road with my brother-in-laws, Zac and Tim, and stopping at Grandpa Pete and Grandma Sally's house I was finally feeling like a part of the clan. Uncle John eased my fears about getting a job. Aunt Mary took us for a hike. The Lindstroms even stopped in for breakfast and some mocking of Joe's height. It felt good.
I've never been close to my own extended family- in fact, my best friend's extended family felt more like my own (Hi LeDouxs!). I think my parent's have felt bad about this sometimes but I never thought they should. I love my parents and siblings dearly and that is something I treasure. Not everyone has that and I don't remember ever feeling deprived. But I still do enjoy having all these new people in my life. It's exciting and fun.
Recently, Joe's gradfather Pete Blum passed away and we flew out for the funeral. I didn't really know what to expect but I certainly didn't foresee how much I would treasure the time spent with my in-laws on the home turf (aka Wisconsin. if you know Joe then no explanation is needed). Though it was a sad occasion that brought us all together, Grandpa Pete's life is inspiring and I really loved the time spent getting more in touch with the Blum family.
All this to say, sometimes it still feels weird being married. I still think of myself as Sara Zeckoski a lot of the time. But I'm glad to also belong to the Blum clan.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
A few questions.
1. Who are these guys?
2. Is this statement the lyrics to a song or is the bad grammar an accident?
Any and all answers accepted.
PS- This was a guy sitting in front of us at the Ben Folds concert.
I meant for this to be awesome
I intended for this, my first post on my new blog to be amazing. No, incredible. It would be clever and fascinating. It would show how awesome and interesting I am and what an intriguing, enviable life I live. It would astonish every reader and draw a thousand subscribers who would wait in breathless anticipation for every new post so that they might read every unique and fascinating thought that I might deign to produce.
However, this is not working out. Too much pressure. Moments keep passing me by that encompass all of the above. First, I was gong to write a clever observation piece about the crowd at the Ra Ra Riot concert I attended at the Westcott in March. BUT I got distracted and never sat down and did it. Which is a shame because there was a girl dressed like a Newsie, I was hit on for the first time in my married life, four teenagers clustered at my feet because I apparently was giving off a sense of safety and several thrashing young men kept trampling my feet.
After this missed opportunity I thought to write on my birthday. But it was jam-packed with fun and I again did not write.
I thought to post about my friend Stephanie and I attending "Waffles for Opera," a completely random event that married (you guessed it) waffles and opera. As a result, I won free tickets for the opera Steph and I are attending today.
Alas, how things slip away.
On the bright side, the ice is broken! My new blog lives! I shall now post without fear or pressure. Happy days lie ahead my friends.
However, this is not working out. Too much pressure. Moments keep passing me by that encompass all of the above. First, I was gong to write a clever observation piece about the crowd at the Ra Ra Riot concert I attended at the Westcott in March. BUT I got distracted and never sat down and did it. Which is a shame because there was a girl dressed like a Newsie, I was hit on for the first time in my married life, four teenagers clustered at my feet because I apparently was giving off a sense of safety and several thrashing young men kept trampling my feet.
After this missed opportunity I thought to write on my birthday. But it was jam-packed with fun and I again did not write.
I thought to post about my friend Stephanie and I attending "Waffles for Opera," a completely random event that married (you guessed it) waffles and opera. As a result, I won free tickets for the opera Steph and I are attending today.
Alas, how things slip away.
On the bright side, the ice is broken! My new blog lives! I shall now post without fear or pressure. Happy days lie ahead my friends.
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