For the last few weeks, I haven't written a blog post for a couple reasons. The first, being the most obvious, is the lack of time. It astounds me how short 24 hours really is. The second is not as easily explained; that is the fear of admitting the truth.
These last few weeks have not been easy for me. They have forced me to really analyze the limits of my flexibility and patience ( I'm currently learning how to push those boundaries wider and wider), my teaching style (which is currently all over the place), do I like who I am as a teacher and as a person, and am I where I want to be (in the more abstract sense)? Y'all, I am struggling with figuring out a lot of these answers.
I don't like the feeling of not knowing. I don't like the feeling of failure, and that's the feeling that I've been struggling with the most. Have I failed already in these first five weeks? Am I doing what is best for my students? Am I completing everything that is being asked of me?
To me, part of that failure feeling also comes from not being able to write a 100% positive post over what is happening to me right now. I feel that I am struggling with finding the good things that I know, at some point, are happening during the days at my school.
So, that's the reason that I have been quiet the last few weeks - I feel like I have not been as successful as what I would like to show on this blog. But, as I have stated before, this is my real life. I just need to find a way to seek out the positive in it.
On a much happier note:
Wedding planning, during all of this crazy, has somehow been progressing. There are things that we can officially knock off or to-do list, and that is such a wonderful feeling.
✓ Venue
✓ Photographer
✓ Videographer
✓ DJ
✓ Wedding Rings
Engagement photos are coming up, dress shopping will be happening soon, and my goodness tastings out the wazooie!
We are rocking and rolling over here! Every time we take a little bit of the weekend to complete a task (and God bless Charles because he's been doing most of them while I bury myself in school work) I get excited all over again, but not about the wedding. I mean, sure, our wedding is going to be awesome, but it's the part after I'm ready for; spending the rest of my life with my best friend and the person that I love most in this world. I'm ready for the marriage, and wedding planning reminds me that I am one day closer to getting there.
That's my light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak. The little thing that keeps me sane. When teaching gets tough, ignore it for a while by planning your wedding.
Probably not the best philosophy in the world, but at the moment, it's allowing me to stay sane.
Until next time,
Katiy
Showing posts with label Engagement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Engagement. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
I'M ENGAGED!!!!
On May 14, 2016 one chapter of my life closed as another started. That particular Saturday were equal parts important for me and my boyfriend. First off, I graduated with my Ed.M in Deaf Education from Boston University. Second, my boyfriend became my fiancè.
Many of you wanted to hear how it happened and why, of all places, did it happen at a train station. Keep reading, my lovely followers, and you will understand why that was the most romantic place he could've chosen.
A bit of background information:
584 days ago (on a Saturday, apparently - Charles counted) I was riding in to Chestnut Hill for one of my very first shifts at The Container Store. I, having just moved up there, am totally zoning out when I notice, standing across from me, is someone wearing boots. We aren't talking stylish boots or steal-toe, we're talking about legitimate Texas cowboy work books. I'm sure you can understand my confusion to seeing someone in Boston with these on their feet.
I spent most of the time looking back and forth between his boots and his face. He found this pretty funny, and was also the first to say "Hi," when we got off the train and headed into work. That was the beginning of a pretty fantastic relationship.
Fast forward a year and a half to May 14th, 2016:
I had no clue what was coming.
Charles, apparently, had been planning this entire thing for MONTHS. He had the ring ready, he had the plane tickets, and the last thing he did was ask for my parents permission and get them to help everything go smoothly.
( You have to understand that Charles and I have been talking about getting married for a couple months now, but he had been telling me that there was no way we could move forward until January because that's when he would be done with school and get a job. We had talked about this so often, that the slightest possibility that he would appear on graduation weekend, in Boston, never once crossed my mind.)
Charles flew up to Boston on Thursday so that he wouldn't run into me when I came up on Friday. I had to fly in before my family so that I could take one last certification test for my teaching licence. He managed to stay under the radar the whole time, even when we talked on the phone.
Saturday, my family flew in and they made it just in time to get to my graduation. I had to go early, so I didn't know that they were working with Charles to make a plan in case their plane ran late. (This happens a lot when you're in a rush to go somewhere.)
At 3:00 PM we began graduation and were out in a couple of hours. We made it back to the hotel about 6 PM and Mom was already pushing us out the door to go to dinner. She had made us reservations at Legal Sea Food (fancy Boston chain that's delicious!) over in Chestnut Hill at 8 PM. She was adamant that no one change clothes for this because she wanted a nice, sit down dinner. (I thought this was Mom being Mom and didn't think anything about it.)
Now, as a partial Bostonian, I knew that we could make it from Cambridge to this restaurant with plenty of time to spare, even with having to buy weekly passes for everyone. We went anyway and I taught my family how to ride on the train and what not to do while you're in the North.
We get to Chestnut Hill and it just so happens that the way we got on the train forced me to be the last person out. My family is just standing outside the train, looking a little lost, and I turn left and start walking to the stairs leading to the street. That's when I felt a tap on my shoulders and turned around to see Charles.
I was so excited to see him and we hugged and it didn't dawn on me what was going on until he started this very beautiful prepared speech about when we met here a year and a half ago. When he got down on one knee, I was beaming and practically bouncing up and down. I couldn't have asked for a better proposal.
So there you are, folks. There's the full story. We have not really begun planning the wedding, although we do know it'll be next year in the summer-ish / early fall time. That's something that both of us have to start learning about very soon.
I hope that you enjoyed the beginning of the new chapter of my life as much as I did.
Until next time,
Kaity
P.S. - Thank you Bill and Eufrey for helping Charles get everything together for this!
Many of you wanted to hear how it happened and why, of all places, did it happen at a train station. Keep reading, my lovely followers, and you will understand why that was the most romantic place he could've chosen.
A bit of background information:
584 days ago (on a Saturday, apparently - Charles counted) I was riding in to Chestnut Hill for one of my very first shifts at The Container Store. I, having just moved up there, am totally zoning out when I notice, standing across from me, is someone wearing boots. We aren't talking stylish boots or steal-toe, we're talking about legitimate Texas cowboy work books. I'm sure you can understand my confusion to seeing someone in Boston with these on their feet.
I spent most of the time looking back and forth between his boots and his face. He found this pretty funny, and was also the first to say "Hi," when we got off the train and headed into work. That was the beginning of a pretty fantastic relationship.
Fast forward a year and a half to May 14th, 2016:
I had no clue what was coming.
Charles, apparently, had been planning this entire thing for MONTHS. He had the ring ready, he had the plane tickets, and the last thing he did was ask for my parents permission and get them to help everything go smoothly.
( You have to understand that Charles and I have been talking about getting married for a couple months now, but he had been telling me that there was no way we could move forward until January because that's when he would be done with school and get a job. We had talked about this so often, that the slightest possibility that he would appear on graduation weekend, in Boston, never once crossed my mind.)
Charles flew up to Boston on Thursday so that he wouldn't run into me when I came up on Friday. I had to fly in before my family so that I could take one last certification test for my teaching licence. He managed to stay under the radar the whole time, even when we talked on the phone.
Saturday, my family flew in and they made it just in time to get to my graduation. I had to go early, so I didn't know that they were working with Charles to make a plan in case their plane ran late. (This happens a lot when you're in a rush to go somewhere.)
At 3:00 PM we began graduation and were out in a couple of hours. We made it back to the hotel about 6 PM and Mom was already pushing us out the door to go to dinner. She had made us reservations at Legal Sea Food (fancy Boston chain that's delicious!) over in Chestnut Hill at 8 PM. She was adamant that no one change clothes for this because she wanted a nice, sit down dinner. (I thought this was Mom being Mom and didn't think anything about it.)
Now, as a partial Bostonian, I knew that we could make it from Cambridge to this restaurant with plenty of time to spare, even with having to buy weekly passes for everyone. We went anyway and I taught my family how to ride on the train and what not to do while you're in the North.
We get to Chestnut Hill and it just so happens that the way we got on the train forced me to be the last person out. My family is just standing outside the train, looking a little lost, and I turn left and start walking to the stairs leading to the street. That's when I felt a tap on my shoulders and turned around to see Charles.
I was so excited to see him and we hugged and it didn't dawn on me what was going on until he started this very beautiful prepared speech about when we met here a year and a half ago. When he got down on one knee, I was beaming and practically bouncing up and down. I couldn't have asked for a better proposal.
So there you are, folks. There's the full story. We have not really begun planning the wedding, although we do know it'll be next year in the summer-ish / early fall time. That's something that both of us have to start learning about very soon.
I hope that you enjoyed the beginning of the new chapter of my life as much as I did.
Until next time,
Kaity
P.S. - Thank you Bill and Eufrey for helping Charles get everything together for this!
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