Chris is making Rice Krispies treats because mama’s hungry and he is the best. 😍
Even though he was the one who had a craptastic day, Chris brought me cookies as big as my head. ❤️🍪❤️
these are our parents. aren’t they cute?
collectively, these people have been married for something like 80 years. pretty incredible.
last week Chris’ folks took a road trip to visit some friends in New York and on the way they stopped over at my mom and dad’s house. the four of them visited and went out to eat and Chris’ parents spent the night there before waking up to drive the rest of the way. Chris and i facetimed with all four of them together, a hilarious scene if i’ve ever seen one.
after we hung up, Chris and i were still laughing about the ridiculousness of them all, especially en masse, but we also turned to one another and said out loud how happy and grateful we are that they get along. more than that, our parents like each other. and we like them.
having achieved the ripe age of thirty and been married a whopping three and a half years myself, i know that this is no small thing. marriage is hard. raising kids looks crazy on a good day, and keeping a family close seems next to impossible. but they’ve done it, and they’ve been excellent models for us.
each one of them is a sounding board and advisor. each offers a unique perspective when needed, endless amounts of patience, timely bits of humor, good (if sometimes unwanted) advice, and, of course, the occasional kick in the pants. they’re great parents and wonderful people, a fact that is made all the more important as we realize we are becoming more and more like them each day.
this is long, but i guess i just wanted to put it out there. i never want to forget how lucky i am to have two sets of supportive, kind, and loving parents, and i hope that when i become a parent myself i can do half as good a job as they’ve done.
also. chris and i are having a baby.
Chris is the best. He went to the theatre to get me popcorn then brought it back so I could work on my obesity from the comfort of my own home.
i don’t like it when we’re not together.
i want a kitten.
Since you’re seeing this post you’ve probably been following along and know that something’s been cooking. Along with grilling chicken, keeping secrets is just one of those things that’s not a strength of mine.
The big news is that we’re moving. Again. This time we’re headed to sunny, snowy Boulder, Colorado.
"Why are you moving," everyone asks. "Is it for a job?" The short answer is no. It’s for us.
When we moved to Seattle it was for my job, and for me the decision was made sight unseen. It’s been a fast and furious year and a nine months with lots of highs and lows. I’ll always be thankful to this city for introducing me to Fireball, Macklemore, and Tom Douglas’ insanely delicious mushroom pizza, and I’ll remember fondly all of the friends I’ve made, parties on our deck, and unmatchable West Seattle sunsets. I’ve been privileged to work with and learn from the best colleagues anyone could ask for. All this is written with the utmost love and respect to them.
But it’s been hard. Really fucking hard. The Seattle freeze is a real thing. Attitudes and atmosphere here are different than anything we’ve experienced before…and then there’s the weather. The grey skies and constant drizzle are truly something you don’t understand until you experience them. I’ve been cold for two years.
Anyways, some stuff came up a few weeks ago and it really made us think hard about why we continue to live in a place where we’re far from our families, itching for new challenges, and seasonally depressed for nine months of the year. We drank some wine and toyed with a few other options, then we drank some more wine and made the decision to move to Boulder. We leave in two weeks.
So that’s where we are. Chris is working on securing a place to live and I’m at home with the pets, packing, eating my way through the freezer, and panicking. We don’t have jobs yet, you see, so there’s more than a little uncertainty about what’s to come but scary as that is I’m confident and comforted by the fact that we’ll be together and because we’ve done it before. And besides, we’re smart people. (and on a side note, whoever said that quote that says choosing your life partner is the most important career decision you’ll ever make was spot on; i couldn’t imagine going through these changes without Chris by my side.)
Some people have asked if I’m mad that I moved here or if i regret it. I’m not and I don’t. I wanted to love Seattle. I thought maybe I would, but that’s not how it worked out. No hard feelings (well some, but mostly towards the awful drivers and parking situation). If anything, this move has taught me that I’m resilient and that Chris and I can make it anywhere. Moving to Boulder without a job is scary, but not as scary as it would be if I hadn’t experienced moving here without knowing anyone.
And if for some reason this move doesn’t work, we can pick up and move and do it again. This move will put us in our third state together in three years, and if you count the short stay at my parents’ house post-grad school, this will be my sixth state and home in six years. Funny, since I abhor the act of moving, but I guess that’s what your 20s are for…trying new things, right? (just don’t try drugs, okay? i hear they’re bad.)
This got long, but that’s the story! Usually when I write these things it’s as much for myself as it is for anyone who cares enough to read. Wish us luck and follow along as we start all over in another new state. Much love to the Seattle friends we’ve made - you all are the best part of this city in my book and you’ve helped make this stay bearable - and hellooo Boulder!