some sorts of anniversaries after all

Today marks the 4^th anniversary of andrle.blogspot.com! My, what an enviable (but not) number of years. Wikipedia tells me that the 4^th anniversary traditionally is gifted with linen or silk, which is appropriate given all the new bedding I purchased this year. It’s not appropriate since this isn’t a wedding anniversary, but when I first started the blog, I was in love and have since become as devoted to it as an often disinterested or otherwise distracted housewife. So let’s say it counts as a marriage and say that’s settled.

You could help to celebrate by going back and reading those first ancient entries, but I don’t recommend it. I cringe at having mentioned them because they’re quite dreadful, and that’s not at all me being modest and secretly hoping you love them.

Four years ago I was a junior in college, bored at my part time job in Cleveland, Ohio over winter break, writing smack about just about everything, and with great frequency. I was semi-delusional and thought that it was only a matter of time before I either became a celebrity, married a celebrity, or lived the glamorous life of someone who claims to be a writer but really just lazes about all day long in her pajamas drinking coffee and watching television.

Now I live in Boston and work in Marketing and think about real estate. And although I still occasionally joke about marrying a celebrity and daydream about being insanely wealthy, I do so with much more realism (and perhaps cynicism too) behind all that dismal reverie.

I can only hope that four more years find us all perhaps a little more successful and find me perhaps a tad less ashamed of what I had blogged about during the four years prior.

Love,
Andrle