Missed a couple of days...

I'm back from a trip to Bali. Haha that's so funny...I thought I was writing Cali but some how Bali is what was typed. I think I need to go there. Anyway, I went home to California for my cousins graduation party. Of course I knew the weekend would be full of tiring tasks which I was happy to do. But now I am exhausted. Oh yes, I also brought my 9 month old baby boy. Needless to say, that adds an entirely new meaning to having a full day. I'm also exhausted because I'm currently in the midst of feeling nauseous for most of the day and night. I couldn't tell anyone that because they would've told me to sit down somewhere. I've become quite good at pushing through and acting like things are okay. Not actually the best quality but it useful. While in California, my son woke up one night around 2am. I picked him up and we walked to the window in my Mom's bathroom. It was a beautiful night. We couldn't see the stars because of all the clouds, but I heard the most peaceful noise of silence. I'd forgotten how lovely the nights are there. The neighborhood just shuts down afterwhile. No cars, definitely no sirens, not even birds until around 430am when the rooster crows. I think for the first time, I came to really appreciate San Jose and the odd peace that it brings.

It's been a while. So much has transpired. The world has changed drastically...my personal world and the world at large. I've learned a lot but not enough, so the journey continues. I've gotten married, also known as the longest slumber party, with no parental supervision, ever! It's been fun, and exhausting, and back to fun again. There's so many things about men that I thought I understood, until I got married. I believe, at this point, that all men are related to Shrek. I've also had a child, and there is a ton I thought I knew prior to this occurrence but my goodness, was I wrong. There's so much information out there on pregnancy and the life you lead afterward, but not enough on breastfeeding. That shit hurts! No one told me that!! Just like no one told me that New York is hot and humid as hell in the summer. My first summer in New York...well it wasn't really a summer at all. I left! The weather was a shock to my system and I mentally had not signed up for that mess. It's now been 10 years, and I've committed to this temperamental lover. I've realized that I'm just as temperamental, so maybe we're made for each other. I don't know what prompted me to even find this blog that I couldn't quite commit to years ago, but I'd like to try now. I'd actually like to be more consistent in all areas of my life. So...here's to Day 1 of that!