As many of you know, Joseph and I are "new" newlyweds. November third, we were married in Downtown Fort Worth. It was a beautiful day, and by far the the greatest day of our lives. With such supporting and loving families, the day went without a hitch.
Alright, enough of the sappy stuff! Have no fear, more wedding posts to come.
The real reason you may be here is figure out what is in store for our new family this upcoming new year.
Joseph recently graduated this summer with his Ph.D. in Inorganic Chemistry. At twenty-seven years young, we officially have a Doctor in the house. I am extremely proud of my hubby and proud to say that this was a journey that we took together. It is an honorable accomplishment which did not come without trials, but he has succeeded and for that, I am overwhelming proud of him.
A few background details before the "reveal."
The past two summers Joseph has been a graduate intern with a company called Sabic Innovative Plastics; where he has spent (what seems like countless) months in Evansville, Indiana impressing his peers with his natural wealth of knowledge for polymer chemistry. This summer was an interesting one for Joseph. He was not only away from home in the corn fields working away, but he was also writing and preparing his dissertation thesis at night. Not a task for the weak at heart. Because of his determination to succeed, Joseph completed his dissertation and was ready to become employed.
After months of prayers, applications, interviews, sleepless nights and more prayers, Sabic offered Joseph a JOB! What a joy this was for our family! The hard part was breaking the news that we would be moving...yes moving to the good 'Ol North East.
This upcoming new year we will be calling the suburbs of Albany, New York our home.
New York! Can you believe it? Every time I say it, Frank Sinatra pops into my head singing
"I want to be a part of it, New York, New York."
This blog will document the adventures of two Texans trying to figure out "livin, lovin, and marriage 1,700 miles away from home."
And in the Franky fashion,