One Year

I was searching through old comments trying to find a blogger who had commented once whose blog I had enjoyed but lost track of.  And scrolling down to the first post ever it hit me.

Holy Crap.  It's been a year today since I posted my first blog post, Becoming Who You Are.

Really?  A year?  

Am I the same? 

Well, I still like the nice things in life.  Champagne still tickles my fancy, and I own even more silk, linen, cashmere and lace then I did then.  

I'm currently having to hunt down a new affordable bordeaux to drink regularly, since I haven't seen my old love since England.

We plan on having a coffee table with actual coffee table books in the new house.  I am more excited about that than you could possibly know!

However I still don't own an Hermes scarf.  Damn. (not from lack of trying, but I am particular about what pattern I want, so we always leave the stores empty handed)

(I am really wanting the one Les Cles with keys all over it, and a scarf that had tassels on it.....the key one is easy to find, but hard to find in the colors I want, a deep navy blue or black all over with silver or gold keys.)

(this scarf can be found on ebay here)

But I am so different than who I was a year ago.  I've allowed myself to change, to accept who I am.  I'm more in love with G than ever.  Because what I never shared was that a year ago I was on the phone with my family trying to figure out how to get the hell out of England and my marriage.  That's hard for me to write, but it's what it was.  

I'm looking at moving into the inner city.  I'm exhilarated and terrified.  I'm pretty sure it won't be permanent, but who knows?  We may love it.  

Still no babies, and that's ok.  We go back and forth trying to decide the right time.  We thought it was sooner, now we think it might be later.  There's a lot of life here in this city and we're too preoccupied letting the rhythm pulse through our veins.

I'm braver than I was a year ago.  I wanted to be me, but was still scared.  Now I am who I am.  My family and friends have learned the hard lesson that they either have to accept it or move on.  I don't have time for people who want me to fit into a mold of who they think I should be.  

And I've gotten to know some amazing bloggers out there.  I've e-mailed for recipes, advice, or to compliment them on the fantastic women that they are.  I've struck up a friendship with someone on the other side of the world (hi J!) who rocks.  I've kept my sanity (which G loves this blog for).  

One year.  A blink.  My how time flies.