I welcomed in 2013 in Jamaica, still on our honeymoon celebrating our new life. When you start a year out like that, it has to be good, right? 2013 certainly has been.
2013 is the year I started blogging.
2013 is the year I found myself in a new town knowing no one but my husband, and you know what? I survived. And not only that, but made some pretty great friends along the way.
2013 is the year I decided to get serious about writing. And while it would be pretty awesome to be ending the year with a book contract, the passion and determination I've discovered in myself is almost worth as much to me.
2013 is the year I figured out who I was...outside of college, outside of living at home, outside of being in the same town as my best friends. It was a year of both finding who I was and finding who I wanted to be.
2013 is the year where I learned what being a wife means. How it's so much more than cooking dinner and doing laundry.
2013 is the year I started building a life with my husband.
2013 is the year I traveled with Chris: to Jamaica, to Haiti, to New York, to the Bahamas.
2013 is the year Mr. Gatsby came into our lives.
2013 was a beautiful, incredibly full year.
2014? It's going to be amazing. But 2013 has been pretty spectacular too.
