I asked, you answered. Now let’s turn the tables.
The New Girl wants to know: “Besides having children, what is one of the most influential decisions that you have ever made? You know, that had a major impact on you life?“
A long long time ago I spent a summer in NYC interning at a direct marketing firm. At the end of the summer I was supposed to go home to Paris, France to resume my studies. However, during the course of that summer I met M, and when he asked me to come live in Boston for a year I did something completely against character: I said yes. We’d known each other less than a month. I knew two other people in Boston. I had no job, no place to live, and no resources. But a little voice in my head kept screaming “If you don’t do this you will always regret it!” and I decided to listen. I threw caution to the wind and did the most risky, harebrained thing I’d ever done to date.
I went home to gather some things, collected the cat, got permission from my university to work on my Masters abroad and, much to the collective shock of all my friends, moved to Boston. Eight years later I know I made the right decision and I have an amazing marriage and two gorgeous children to show for it.
ImpostorMom wants to know: “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?” (with no stipulations!)
In my short life (snort) I’ve traveled a lot and I’ve seen many places that I’d love to visit over and over again (Hawaii anyone?), but there are only a handful of places that I’ve instantly known I could call home. Amsterdam is one of those places. I set foot in that fascinating city in the middle of winter. It was freezing, the rain poured down, and people on bicycles kept trying to mow us down, but I still felt like I’d move there in a heartbeat. I felt that way in Victoria, Canada too. M and I were there for 5 hours during a short cruise layover and we almost didn’t get back on the boat.
But at the end of the day (get ready to gag) I don’t really care where I live as long as I have M, the girls, and an Internet connection. That’s all I need to be happy.
And Shari went for the million dollar question: “How late do you usually stay up blogging?“
Much, much too late is the answer to that question.
I don’t get to sit down with my computer until both kids are in bed and M and I have eaten dinner. Often by then my brain is pretty fried so it takes me a while to remember what I wanted to write in the first place, and yet, I still
waste time surfing blogs take time to catch up with virtual friends before getting down to business. I try so hard to be done by 10pm, but it rarely happens and I kick myself when I get to bed late and Little L wakes up an hour or two after I finally get to sleep.
Any other questions? Come on, hit me! This was fun!