My name is Drew. I am female and 32 years old. I live in a small European country with long summer nights and dark and gloomy winter days (which are, unfortunately, usually snowless).
Throughout most of 2008 I was desperately trying to get pregnant and on October 16th, two pink lines finally turned up on a stick. This was, no doubt, the most exciting thing that happened in 2008. On June 10th, 2009 I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, G.
The second most exciting thing of 2008 was marrying J. He is best man in the world. We met in the summer of 2002 and I have never been with anyone who makes me happier. We married on the rainiest Saturday of the year, 6 years after getting together, but apparently the rain did the trick because our June 2009 baby was conceived just after we returned from our honeymoon.
A long time ago I was a boarder at an English boarding school. Years later I lived in Paris’ 1st arrondissement. I studied English and American literature at university until I decided communication was probably where I wanted to go. I have two bachelor’s degrees and one master’s. My French is better than I give it credit for; my German is non-existing. My childhood friend lives in Rome with her always fabulously dressed Italian boyfriend. I like champagne, Orangina and Margaret Atwood. I eat more oranges than anyone I know and if you ask nicely I will peel you one. I drink a lot of tea and wish game nights were bigger among our friends. Every winter I go cross country skiing with my husband and my father – all three of us enjoy it immensely. I have tried so many kinds of sport I stopped counting years ago, but I always come back to swimming. I love cakes and bake a lot myself, but I still ask my mum to make old English apple pie despite the fact that she gave me the recipe ages ago. I also love cooking, but like any proper wife I leave the barbecuing to my husband (well, meat in general – and fish). I hate when people mistake me for the secretary. And I hate being on the phone with people who are so clearly doing other things while talking to me (I am looking at you, mum!). And also: I’m not very fond of oysters.
about a great 2008
2007 wasn’t bad – it just wasn’t particularly good either. It was the kind of year that makes you wish the next one is better.
Originally, this blog was about my quest for a great 2008 and keeping track of all the things I wanted to do, but along the way it became a favourite place of mine and as 2008 closed in, I realised I wanted to keep it alive even though its title would be outdated.
For the record, my take on blogging is this:
Blogging is not always about writing interesting and well composed things worthy of awards, but more about getting words out of the system. Bear with me.
I’m at agreat08 (at) gmail (dot) com if you need me.
© a great 2008, 2008-2011