Way back on this post, I shared a few little known facts about this Budget Blonde, including that I met my husband on Facebook. I promised that I would explain how that came to be someday and since the hubs and I have been together for five years today, I figured why not spill the beans? We have a new anniversary to celebrate now on January 2, but it’s always fun to look back at this anniversary that we celebrated for so many years leading up to the nuptials.
The story of how we came together is a bit epic. As many of you know, I am from Louisiana. But, I probably haven’t mentioned that I was born and raised 20 minutes north of New Orleans, and my home – the house I grew up in – suffered immense devastation due to Hurricane Katrina. I was actually set to attend Tulane University in New Orleans in the fall, a place three generations of my family attended before me. Like thousands of other college freshmen across the country, my parents packed me into their car and brought me to my dorm. That day will always stay with me, but not for reasons you might expect. As soon as I put my bags down and made my way to the college book store, an announcement was made that the city was evacuating for Hurricane Katrina. It was an amazingly gorgeous day with clear blue skies, and it is still hard to fathom what would come a few days later. Selfishly, I was in a pretty bad mood. I mean, I was inches from freedom only to get back in my parents’ car and drive back home. The next morning, the news told us it was a Category 5 storm. And, little did I know that my life would change forever.
I will spare you all the details of packing my house up, of watching the devastation, and the fear of not knowing what was happening to our family members and our home. But, here is a picture of my back yard a few months after some major clean up.
I always struggle with memories of the storm – quite simply whether to be happy or sad since without it, I wouldn’t have met the love of my life. Because Tulane closed for the semester, I enrolled at Louisiana State University. I joined a Facebook group called “Tulane Students at LSU.” And, that’s when I got a message from this total stranger introducing himself as a senior at LSU who knew his way around. He told me he’d be glad to help me if I needed anything and gave me his phone number. What. A. Creeper. I basically wrote back with a “Who the heck are you?” type of message. Eventually we started chatting via instant messaging and text messaging and finally met in person. We were quite underwhelmed with each other upon our first encounter. I think we were trying to impress each other too much. But, eventually over time, we fell in love very quickly. Within about a week of officially dating, I knew I was going to marry him. Later he would tell me that when he looked at my facebook picture that day, he actually thought I was in a wheelchair (I was sitting in this wrought iron lawn chair with big rounded arms). I guess he was hoping to roll me around campus. At least he’s a nice guy, right?
As far as my story, I never went back to Tulane. I transferred to a college in Virginia, looking for a rigorous history program. Since hubs is three years older, he had already graduated and found a job in Richmond. The rest, as they say, is history. He changed my life forever.