So it's been a while. In fact, such a while that we've completely moved and started something new in D.C. (well, Alexandria to be precise). The Man works long hours, and I'm home figuring out this whole life thing. Our house is mostly set up, and there's news of a dining room table, although eating on the couch is still a step up from eating on the bed, which was the first four months of married life. We still need curtains (blankets tacked up over the windows=tacky, no pun intended) and a desk, but we are making friends and settling in, and I am finding my place here, I think.
It's interesting to me, this whole moving thing. I've done it before (frequently), but since getting married, for the first time I find myself moving without a preconceived notion of what's next for me. I'm not moving for a job or for school; I'm moving for the Man's job. And it's not that I'm not looking for a job or looking at grad school possibilities (because I am), but they are not the only options, and I think sometimes I could do nothing all day but read and pull myself together really quickly before the Man comes home. That's not what I'm planning on doing though.
Yes, I do find life to be a little smaller right now. I'm not running around for 19 hours of classes, a part-time job, ridiculous amounts of extracurricular activities, and a social schedule that leaves me coffee shop hopping. But I'm learning that there's beauty in the smallness. I have time to go for walks and find wild strawberries in the woods. I watched a squirrel run off, possessively, with a mushroom as he glared back at me for even daring to look at him while he was foraging. I take time to pet the cat (and punish him--fiend). I'm almost done with this latest journal that has taken me through several months of big changes. I've made enchiladas verde and electric lemonada (this with an awesome newish friend) and zucchini bread and lasagna. And the best part is that the Man comes home every night, and I can stop whatever I'm doing to be with him. Funny how I know that's the best part since I only have a couple more months of it.
There's no point to this post. Just a little doodling. I suppose, in my own way, I'm leaving behind little footprints to look back to later.
I miss the ocean, but I found a little stream behind our apartment complex...and a couple ponds complete with Canadian geese, which make me think of The Westing Game. And I got to go for a ride in a yellow bi-plane which maybe is one of the coolest things I've ever done. Maybe. It's a toss up.
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I want to read the Westing Game again! Do you have it? Did you steal it from someone? And the porch furniture (is that what you call it?) looks very cool. Nice funky colors. Also, have you ever lived by the ocean to miss it? Just checking...I'm trying to remember...Also, why is my internet working now when I need to go do laundry?
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