Gina Marie Ambrogio
Stories (2/0)
Advice from a Bride to a Bride
Wedding planning is a joyous yet stressful time. There are highs and lows that every bride goes through; it’s literally a roller coaster of emotions. From getting engaged to the day of, it’s a whirlwind of excitement and stress.
By Gina Marie Ambrogio6 years ago in Marriage
Take a Risk
We wake up, shower, go to work, come home eat dinner, pay our bills, (if we aren’t too tired we work out) and go to bed. Repeat the next day, and the next day until it becomes automatic, practically mechanical. There’s hardly anytime to do the things we enjoy anymore because there’s so much stress about the bills or you are working long hours and are just plain tired. We get so used to having to do the same thing daily that we fall into a rut and eventually become unhappy with our lives. You’ve been there, I’ve been there. It’s not fun. I was in that rut about two years ago. My husband and I were living in New York and working long hours, sometimes two jobs at once and we were miserable. It was a routine, we got up went to work cane home and went to bed. We both knew this was not living and we needed a change we were just scared to take the leap. Actually, correction - I was scared to take the leap. His idea was to move to Florida. Neither of us had been since we were kids who visited Disney so this would be a big change for us. His mom and sister had just moved down there a year ago and it sparked his curiosity of what life would be like. I, on the other hand, hadn’t dreamed of leaving New York. This was my home. My whole family was here and the idea of living nearly 1,000 miles away gave me anxiety. We had a house already, good jobs, a dog and tons of friends. I thought life was pretty good. It took about 4 months before I started to consider moving. Work was getting more demanding, it was cold and the snow would soon follow, going out with friends came to a lull and the bills just increased. I was at my wits end after a rough day and skidding on black ice when I cracked and told my husband let’s do it! Let’s move! At first he didn’t take me seriously, but the more we talked about it the more I realized maybe it’s what we both needed. That was February of 2016. That July we put the house for sale and by October it sold. It was happening I was moving to Florida. I watched as the real estate agent put the sold sign up in front of our house and all I could think was well we can’t back out now. We had a month before we needed to be out of the house for the new owners. We hosted a farewell party at our house the weekend before we moved. We had 30 of our friends show up for a wonderful night filled with laughs, pictures, stories...and goodbyes. The day we were moving my mom and sister spent the afternoon at our house. We did a few last minute things, ate lunch at my favorite restaurant and took tons of pictures. Our train to the airport was supposed to arrive at 6 PM. We got to the train station which was down the road from our house at 5:30 PM and just took in the last view of our neighborhood one last time. The train pulled in at 6 on the dot and I hugged my mom and sister as tight as I could when I said goodbye. We all cried and with tears in my eyes off we went to the airport. We were on the train for 45 minutes, making stops at different stations, picking up groups of different people. I observed them as they each boarded the train. Each group was out having a great night with their friends and significant others laughing and enjoying themselves while I sat there thinking how my life was going to change drastically. We finally arrived at the airport and the nerves started setting in. Were we making a mistake? What if we don’t find jobs? What if we don’t like Florida? Will we be happier? What if what if what if! I grabbed some Dunkin’ Donuts ice coffee and calmed myself down at the gate. I started to change my though process from worrying to thinking of all the possibilities. My husband and I boarded the plane took some selfies and told ourselves there was no going back. As we took off, I saw New York City from my window seat. I watched as all the colors of the city lights danced acrosss the ocean surrounding it. And then the lights gradually became smaller and smaller intil outside faded to black. I thought goodbye home and I silently cried in my seat.
By Gina Marie Ambrogio6 years ago in Motivation