One Year Later

I will get back to posting about my exhausting, long drawn out home renovation. Promise.

But another thing has come up.

My blog is one year old today.

I actually started blogging about one month before that, one what I now call my "family blog." Because that's what it is. It is all about my boys, and Hubster, and family activities and get-togethers. It is a stereotypical mommy blog.

I started blogging because I thought it was the best way to keep my family up to date with our lives. The grandparents could see darling photos, my friends could see what we were up to.

But soon, I realized that I wanted to write, and not just about my boys, or the latest trip to the lake. Those things, while still important to share, did not fulfill my desire to share my thoughts. My opinions about books and photos I loves and the complete randomness that is my thought process sometimes felt out of place on an otherwise linear family blog.

So I created this place.


One year ago, I never could have imagined how much this blog would come to mean to me. Many times I've turned to here as a safety valve. I've been able to express, maybe not the darkest, most intimate inner working, but definitely parts of me I felt were worth sharing.

Above all, I never expected anyone to ever read it. Especially not 21 someones, and the occasional wanderer who shows up looking for someone who hated Wuthering Heights. Every single reader has meant so much. Every single comment makes my day.

So, for the little celebration I'm having for my blog, I would like to introduce myself to you. In a much more succinct way than you've been introduced in the past, which has been wandering, rambling "getting to know" process.

But in exchange, you must let me know something about you. I don't care if you are a family member I've known my entire life, a friend I've known for years, a reader who leaves comments, or someone who has just stumbled for the first time across my attempt to be optimistic. I want you to introduce yourself to me. Because it's polite.

And fun.

So here we go.

Hello. I'm Katherine. I'm a 27 year old mother of two. I spent some of the happiest years of my childhood growing up across California, tagging along with my Navy father and my ever growing family. When I was 11 years old, my family moved to Utah. I lived in Utah for most of my life. In fact, when I turned 23, Hubster told me I had to stop telling people I was from California, because I had lived in Utah for longer than I had ever lived in California. I met my husband when I was still in high school. Nearly two years and one year of college later, we got married.

In the eight years that have followed, my life has been a mixture of happiness, chaos, hard work, and magic. We have two darling boys, Bug, age 7, and Monkey, age 3. Not their real names, obviously. But for all intents and purposes, they might as well be.


During the time that Hubster and I were raising two darling boys, I also applied to medical school, got accepted, went to medical school, threatened to drop out of medical school, and then one year ago, graduated medical school.

3 months ago, my family of four packed up our 2 bedroom apartment life and moved 1200 miles away from the mountains of Utah to the corn fields of Iowa, so I could start my anesthesiology residency training.



So, if you're keeping track, I'm a 27 year old, happily married, mother of 2 boys, first time home owner, anesthesia resident-physician.

I also have a serious age complex. I haven't determined whether I'm too young to have all those titles, or too old to still experience the emotions that come with those titles. Or just crazy. A lot of days, we just go with that one.

So now it's your turn. I don't care if it is one line or an entire paragraph.

I've been here a year and I would love to get to know the landscape a little better.