I’m Kate. I’m marrying a wonderful man, who we shall refer to as C. C is still trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life. We both are. But we’re figuring it out together, I guess. Isn’t that the whole point of life? My dad says that you’re never done figuring out what you want to do with your life. If you’re done, you’re dead. So figure on, young lovers! This blog will track our soon-to-be newlywed “adventure” and all that comes before and after. It’s called Nested. Why? I’m glad you asked!
As I am not only a writer, but a deeply nerdy person, I refer you to one of the least utilized books of this, our modern day: the dictionary. Only slightly less used are, perhaps, the thesaurus, The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud, and all books about endowing harp seals with the powers of speech. But I digress.
1 a: a bed or receptacle prepared by an animal and especially a bird for its eggs and young
2 a: a place of rest, retreat, or lodging : Home
3 the occupants or frequenters of a nest
4 a: a group of similar things nestof giant mountains — Helen MacInnes>
5 a group of objects made to fit close together or one within another
6 an emplaced group of weapons I refer you to this post’s title.
1. The bird built a nest out of small twigs.
2. If you look closely, you can see a nestin that tree.
3. They lived in a cozy little nestin the suburbs.
1. Robins nested in the tree.
2. She studied the nestinghabits of the turtle.
3. The set of four chairs can nestinto one stack.
4. The smaller bowl is designed to nestinside the larger one.
“nest.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, 2011.Web.26 April 2012.
At of the conception of this blog, we are 107 days from the wedding. Terrifying? Yes. But C and I are embarking on the more immediate adventure of cohabitation. We are two baby birds just fallen out of our own old, comfortable nests that had more than enough closet space into a new, rented nest for both of us.
Yes, I said rented. Yes, that means that there is no closet space. Yes, that also means that we are trying to create little cubby holes for all of our belongings with nothing more than a prayer. Oh, and The Container Store.
It also means that there is 12 square feet of grass out front for my 80 lb. labradoodle, Lola, to use when she visits. Which I hope will be often. So to recap, here are the talking points of our new apartment: tiny closets, zero counter space, grass the size of a doormat. But it’s ours!