Greetings from Virginia!

I would just like to thank those of you who still check my blog, even though I haven't posted anything in a really long time.

Mark and I got in to Virginia on Monday and have started trying to find a sense of normalcy here. It is the first time that I have ever moved away from my family, so I have to fight the urge to cry for my Mom sometimes, but Mark and I felt that we had to get away so that we could create our own new, cohesive family unit. Being the babies of the family comes with a stigma of being perceived as spoiled brats who cannot do anything for themselves, irresponsible, reckless, silly, not in touch with reality, etc. so we have decided to pull away a little and reveal to the world that we can live an okay life with just the two of us looking after it.

We are staying at a Travelodge until July 1st, so we bought a "bed in a bag" and some food and they put a mini fridge and microwave in our room. It's okay for now, kind of like camping. I hate going to the laundromat. I have never had to do that, and I am terrified of creepy people trying to look at my panties. I hate to even fold Mark's undies in front of those weird people. Mark and I agreed that we have to go together because it is too dangerous for me to be alone there.

We have adopted a blue Beta fish from my sister's Pre-K classroom. His name is Booberry and he is very friendly. He likes to be on the side of the bowl that we are on, and I regularly catch him looking at me in his bowl. He is very strong too, because I thought that my sister was going to watch him when Mark and I went on our honeymoon, and she thought we were taking him, so he sat at my mother's house for a week without any food, and he made it. He is one tough cookie.

Mark's birthday was Tuesday, which was his first day of school. I took him to class and started running my errands and realized that I had forgot his birthday, so I bought him flowers and balloons, and took him to his favorite restaurant (an Indian restaurant called Nawab) for lunch. He didn't remember it was his birthday until I told him when I picked him up, and he had to call his parents because they forgot too! I felt bad for him, but he was cool with it. Apparently, he didn't grow up with the annoying habit of a birthday "countdown" a month ahead of time like my family does. It gives us more time to be the center of attention.

I will post again when I get a job. Hopefully it will be a desk job with a computer. That way, I can have internet access and have something to do other than stare at a clock. Cheers!