Here we go again.

For starters, I don't actually expect anyone to read this blog (besides me). I'm not writing this to make money, or to gain fans, or anything like that. I'm doing it so I can look back, weeks or months or years from now, and see just how far I've come.



My beautiful daughter, Echo, is nine months, three weeks, and three days old. It feels like she was a newborn yesterday. (Cliche, but true.) Here she is, almost a toddler... Too bad I didn't start blogging when I was preggo, eh? Oh well.

I'm 18. Definitely a young mom. My husband is 19. We are in love, stable, mature, intelligent, and we're doing a damn good job at parenting if you ask me (or anyone who knows us). We currently reside in sunny, not to mention hot, Florida. Buuuut...



I am now officially a student of Marymount Manhattan College. We'll be relocating sometime this summer, with a small trailer on the back of our van, Echo (who will be nearly one) and our Siberian Husky. Yep.. We're driving there.



We'll have to stop every two hours, for Echo and Kenai to get out and walk around/chase squirrels and unsuspecting tourists. And just because we like to make things difficult for ourselves, we'll only be taking two-lane highways and staying as far away as possible from the Interstate.

Honestly, the only thing I've ever been more excited about than our upcoming move would be Echo's big debut. I have the chance to intern at Scholastic or Random House (publishing agencies) next summer. Since my heart's dearest wish is to become a writer, this is an amazing opportunity for me.


In the next few weeks/days, I'll be ranting here just to vent, about a few topics: miscarriage, teen parenting, body modifications, and of course, baby-rearing.
Ciao.