I had started this blog as a way to document all the things that I see while living in New York. I must say, I did see some CRAZY thing living in the city. Moving to New York City may have been the single craziest thing I have ever done in my life. A decision I do not regret one bit. My experience in New York shaped a lot of who I am today. Almost 2 years after taking a hiatus from my blog, I suppose I should catch you up on what has happened....
My last few blogs happened to be about my stays in NYC hospitals. Clearly something was not right with me, but at the time no one could seem to figure it out. I soon became too sick to really do anything on my own, let alone blog. The difficult decision was made to move back to Michigan and be closer to my family who could help out with my recovery. Just days after arriving in Michigan I was admitted to the hospital yet again with more stomach pain and a really really high fever. Pneumonia was the initial diagnosis that had me admitted, but the doctors were positive there were other things going on. A VERY long story short, they figured it out! In simple terms, I had the plague. Yes, you are reading that correctly, the plague. I've never really had the strongest immune system and was somehow able to inhale the bacteria that made me so sick. Most likely from a subway or some other really dirty place in the city. (lets be honest, as much as I love that city, its pretty nasty). After a week long stay filled with spinal taps, scans, and heavy IV antibiotics, I was sent home to venture on the long road to recovery.
The first few months were tough, my strength was next to nothing and I was dealing with depression, feeling like I had failed in the city and wasn't too thrilled to be back in Michigan. Slowly but surely I began to feel like myself again. Started a new job, making new friends and meeting what would turn out to be my Husband. :-) Yes, you also read that right, my husband. The forever single city girl, determined to prove I would be just fine on my own, fell in love. FINALLY!
Really, I moved back to Michigan and became a mid-westerner again. Ugh! I don't really like admitting that. The adventure to see the world (which I still fully intend on doing) is alive and well in my heart. I am a wife, homeowner, kick butt project manager, friend, coach, sister, auntie, wanna be marathon runner and triathlete, cook (or trying to be) but most of all and always will be a dreamer.
So here is the new plan, I still see things everyday that make me say "really, are you serious?" and they don't always take place in NYC (Michigan and all the places I travel have crazies too). So I will do my best to documenting the crazy, the outlandish, the simple and maybe just the thought that I have in my head, hopefully sliding in a bit of my humor and always with a smile.
My last few blogs happened to be about my stays in NYC hospitals. Clearly something was not right with me, but at the time no one could seem to figure it out. I soon became too sick to really do anything on my own, let alone blog. The difficult decision was made to move back to Michigan and be closer to my family who could help out with my recovery. Just days after arriving in Michigan I was admitted to the hospital yet again with more stomach pain and a really really high fever. Pneumonia was the initial diagnosis that had me admitted, but the doctors were positive there were other things going on. A VERY long story short, they figured it out! In simple terms, I had the plague. Yes, you are reading that correctly, the plague. I've never really had the strongest immune system and was somehow able to inhale the bacteria that made me so sick. Most likely from a subway or some other really dirty place in the city. (lets be honest, as much as I love that city, its pretty nasty). After a week long stay filled with spinal taps, scans, and heavy IV antibiotics, I was sent home to venture on the long road to recovery.
The first few months were tough, my strength was next to nothing and I was dealing with depression, feeling like I had failed in the city and wasn't too thrilled to be back in Michigan. Slowly but surely I began to feel like myself again. Started a new job, making new friends and meeting what would turn out to be my Husband. :-) Yes, you also read that right, my husband. The forever single city girl, determined to prove I would be just fine on my own, fell in love. FINALLY!
Really, I moved back to Michigan and became a mid-westerner again. Ugh! I don't really like admitting that. The adventure to see the world (which I still fully intend on doing) is alive and well in my heart. I am a wife, homeowner, kick butt project manager, friend, coach, sister, auntie, wanna be marathon runner and triathlete, cook (or trying to be) but most of all and always will be a dreamer.
So here is the new plan, I still see things everyday that make me say "really, are you serious?" and they don't always take place in NYC (Michigan and all the places I travel have crazies too). So I will do my best to documenting the crazy, the outlandish, the simple and maybe just the thought that I have in my head, hopefully sliding in a bit of my humor and always with a smile.
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