Vosburgh Vagabond

I love New Years. It's fun to look back on the year, and relive all of the things that happened. For me, 2010 was pretty awesome. In 2010, I turned 24, which is a pretty good age so far. I also got married, which was definitely a first for me. Add in moving across the country to somewhere completely new and unexplored, and graduating from college, and it all comes out to be a pretty exciting 12 months. Naturally, I fully expect 2011 to be just as exciting. I have an internship interview with The Stranger , a alt-weekly newspaper based out of Seattle, for next week Wednesday. I have been searching and searching for jobs, and there is next to nothing available in the journalism world. Maybe if I get the internship there, it will help to get my foot in the door, or at least beef up my wimpy resume a bit. A friend of ours, Lauren, used to live out here in Everett before she moved back to Florida. She was sweet enough to get in touch with some of her friends who still live here,

For the past two days, I have been doing some serious job hunting. Obviously, by "serious job hunting," I mean getting up around 11:30, sitting at the computer for several hours before eating Christmas dinner leftovers until I'm in a carb coma and then napping while I watch reruns of The Office. But honestly, I have been working really hard. Promise. If looking for jobs was a job , I would quit. There's nothing more beautiful than seeing the words "please send resume and cover letter via e-mail." That means you won't have to sit through hours of surveys with stupid questions where it is impossible to figure out the right answer. My personal devil... the agree, disagree, blah blah blah questions. I feel like I have to explain myself on every one, and that my answer is going to be the wrong one. I am a very hardworking employee, and I often slack off on the job. Strongly disagree Disagree Agree Strongly agree See, no right answer. Sendin

Christmas this year was... weird. It was wonderful, and so many of the crucial elements were there: presents, 24 hours of A Christmas Story on the TV, a cozy fire in the fireplace, traditional McClain Christmas foods for dinner. Like the Grinch himself says, maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more! What was really missing this year for Christmas was the people. It felt so odd for Marc and I to sit alone next to our tree and open presents. Most years, at my parents' house, there are six or seven of us crowded into the living room, doling out gifts. This is why people have children. Christmas is lonely without them. I did get to participate in McClain Family Christmas... kinda. Lyndsey called me bright and early (Washington time) and set up the webcam so that I could watch while my parents and siblings opened their gifts. Jared showed off his Christmas pajamas... which actually fit this year. Since he's nearl

Marc and I got married exactly two years to the day he proposed. Romantic, eh? Anyway, that gave us a lot of time to plan, and a lot of time to look forward to "the big day." Funny how two years can run out so quickly and drag out so long at the same time. Somehow, being the perpetual procrastinator that I am, I was writing our ceremony the week of the wedding. And somehow, SOMEHOW, there were little things that didn't get done. I can't remember what they are now, seven weeks later, so obviously they weren't that important, but there were definitely things that didn't get done. Nearly everything was perfect. My dress fit. This was nothing short of a miracle... a miracle, and the amazing skills of a seamstress who earned every penny of the $300 I coughed up for alterations. You see, I wanted to go dress shopping with my Mom and sister... and between family schedules, my sister's school, my school, and everything else going on in life, I ended up flying

My mom always teases me, and says that I'm a perpetual five year old. This is especially true at Christmas. Even though I'm the oldest of our family's four kids, I'm the one who gets silliest over Christmas. I love being at home with the family, all of us kids getting to be together, waiting for Santa, just like we did when we were little. I knew when we decided that Marc would take the job offer in Washington, there was a slim to none chance that we would be able to make it to the family home in Georgia for the holidays. Mentally preparing myself for the last month doesn't make it any easier. Don't get me wrong. I'm overjoyed to be spending Christmas with Marc. After all, it's our first Christmas as husband and wife. I love being with him for the holidays, and making our own traditions. Ever since our first Christmas together, Marc has bought me a Christmas-themed book, starting with The Christmas Train by David Baldacci, which I read on the air

I'm not always very good at them. What should I say to the internet world that will (hopefully) make me seem interesting and likeable enough so you all will come back and read what I have to say... or, at the very least, continue to read until the end of this post... Are you still here? Wonderful. Well, my name is Kelsie. I'm 24, and 2010 has been a pretty good year for me. In November, I got married. My new husband's name is Marc Vosburgh , and he's a photographer, whose secret identity is a medical claims representative for an insurance company. He likes to take pictures, and they are quite good. However, sometimes when we go someplace, and he is taking pictures, he does that thing where he stops to take a picture without a courtesy "Hi, I'm stopping!" I continue to walk and talk to myself, looking utterly ridiculous. But I digress. After all, this is supposed to be about me. At this point, we lived in St. Petersburg, Florida. Nice place, but a l