Slow transitions, part 2.

As we are nearing Christmas it finally hit me that I will be spending my very first Christmas away from my family. Raul and I have always been blessed to be around family every holiday. Our family celebrates Christmas on Christmas Eve. We spend the day cooking & have a nice dinner. After dinner we sit around in food comas while snacking the rest of the evening away. Come midnight we open gifts, eat some more…..then drift into a long slumber. It has been this way since I can remember.

Since it will just be Raul & I this Christmas- we plan to make crunchy tacos, queso, salsa, & chips to pig out on (in honor of our longing for Tex-Mex from back home) all while hunkering down in front of the television & binge watch movies/tv shows. At the same time, I’m excited for Raul to start our own family tradition together.

I was joking with a friend today that when I make it back to Texas it’s going to be “Tour de Food” because I keep dreaming about food from back home. Now, I’m not just talking about bbq & Tex-Mex. I mean…..everythang. I am so spoiled with the variety of food that Austin has to offer. I don’t just mean the different ethnic food choices- I mean the variety of each ethnic food choice. You see, here in Groton there is only maybe one place that is deemed capable of ingesting into your body. Even so, that choice is mediocre at best. That is me being nice. There is only one place that we have tried that was since we’re been here, & surprisingly, it was a Tibetan restaurant. I would definitely add that restaurant to the rotation, & let me tell you- that list is all by it’s lonesome.

Last night, after a day of vigorous binge watching junk television, Raul & I decided to look up Mexican food in the area. We found one called Ortega’s. According to google reviews (184 reviews to be exact) it was a 4 out of 5 stars. So, naturally, we were like “Score! Let’s try it out!”. Now, I don’t know about you…but we always judge a Mexican restaurant based on their house salsa. Ladies & gents- it was like V8 juice with a little kick. Legit, spicy bloody mary mix. Dude…ok, right then & there. We should have left. At this point, we didn’t have the energy to find another place. We were there & we made the commitment. We ordered queso, enchiladas, taquitos, & margs. I have to hand it to ‘em. The margs were on point. We had two each. The food- well. It was awful. After having enough, and motor boating our margs down the hatch, we asked for the check. Yo, our bills was $84. $84 for crappy mexican food, you’re kidding right? Yeah. At this point, we have had it with anyone’s recommendations around here. I almost feel like majority of people around here are so used to mediocre food that they deem anything (that isn’t a pizza or a hamburger) as “amazing”. I’m rolling my eyes right now. We left the restaurant feeling straight up robbed. We both agreed that from now on, unless we are in a COMPLETE BIND, that I will be doing the cooking around here. Which is fine for me, I enjoy cooking & experimenting.

Okay, I just spend time venting about food. #thisiswhyimfat

Slow transitions

It’s Sunday night here on the #eastcoast & as I am sitting in my living room watching Amazon Prime I am preparing for the week ahead. It’s Thanksgiving week and I have already begun this week steps behind where I had planned to be.

Time goes by in the blink of an eye, I should know that the longer I take to get going the more work it is for me. But…. I guess you could say that I am a glutton for punishment. You see, this is the first Thanksgiving that Raul & I will spend away from home. We are officially on our own our own here in Connecticut. I’m behind on my Thanksgiving dinner shopping. I have to say it, I am just not feeling it. It seems that I am not feeling anything these days. It is hard for me to find motivation. I am not working a 9-5 right now, however, I am freelancing. For so long I have been on this schedule & all of a sudden I am thrown into this new life. I am away from Texas (my home for 20+ yrs) for the first time in my life, it is so cold here (I miss the Texas sun), & I do not know a soul out here.

Now, I agree. #firstworldproblems. I get it. I feel like it has just taken me some time getting used to this life as a “military wife”. I follow this hashtag on @instagram, its #navywife. Yes, I am admitting it. But why? Why am I? Because I’m curious. What are these spouses posting? What are their lives like? Yes, I’m comparing. A lot of them make their lives look so glamorous. They even claim to be “travel bloggers”, I can’t help but snicker. You’re “traveling” is really called PCS’ing…. for those of you unfamiliar- PCS means Permanent Change of Station. Pretty much these “travel bloggers” aren’t really traveling- they’re moving to a new station. Yes, I’m still intrigued. Many of them have so many instagram followers. Are they actually making money with these false accusations? Disclaimer: I realize there are probably some real “travel bloggers” out there that are military spouses. Calm down, please. I have so many questions. I need to know.

Most new military wives out there are young. They aren’t really established in life. I, on the other hand, find myself in a unique situation. I am in my mid 30’s. I have a home (that I miss & love) in Texas, & a great career. Now, I find myself starting over in a new place. I feel like this transition into my new life is taking longer than I expected, & admittingly, I am a little frustrated. I have been trying to meet new people that are in a similar situation to the one I am in but have had no luck. The only thing I can do is continue to focus on my career and networking from there.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is. I miss Texas, HEB, & Whataburger. HELP.