"Our most ancient metaphor says life is a journey. Memoir is travel writing, then, notes taken along the way, telling how things looked and what thoughts occurred. . . .This is the traveler who goes on foot, living the journey, taking on mountains, enduring deserts, marveling at the lush green places...as a pilgrim, seeking, wondering." -Patricia Hampl

June 29, 2008

I haven't blogged in months? Well, we've been busy.


The alternative title here is "Brides, Beaches, Brises, and Buddies,"--and while that's too much alliteration even for me, it sums up what's been going on since March. Seems like every weekend we were galavanting here or there for the next celebration, save for the month of June. So: in quick summation, Amy's wedding in Plymouth, Liz's wedding here, Danielle's & Larry's Rochester-based wedding celebration all marked the last four events in a ten-day span (thank goodness for durable dresses) amidst the end of classes and duration of final exams. The long and short of all that is that I saw oodles of friends I hadn't seen all winter, including Ms. Tina and her fiancee David, whose wedding happens in September, old roomate Karen and her Jesse, John and his Carina, Susan and Nick, and Boston-based friends whose faces I hadn't seen in years.

Now that school is over, Heath and I are bound for the Outer Banks in North Carolina. Stay tuned for fun pics--and fun announcements--to come!