home roots and hotel rooms.
I'm bad at starting these things. I like to start with a humorous story and brilliantly tie it into my point, and that just isn't coming right now. Update from the last blog: I'm married, and I'm so happy. I've missed this blog. Jon and I have stayed in four hotels since we were married, and been in five different cities (none of these were a honeymoon). Thousands of miles are behind the gold minivan we borrowed from Jon's parents (for space purposes). Snacks have become meals, the radio our background music, and the interstate our view. We are unlike most married couples in that we are together about 97% of the day, 100% if we are in a one-room hotel like we have been for a third of our marriage, and like we are now.... in...a town in Missouri? idk. En route to Florida for CRU training. The past few weeks have been fun and I was looking forward to it because I love change. I have loved every minute with my husband and I'm not sick of him yet (not sure if ...