Over the past couple of weeks, my heart rate has been on permanent high… running from meeting to meeting, fingers crossed, wishing and hoping… so it’s been tough to find the time to devote to a real update. But I do have some news!
This Thursday I accepted a new position in the city and handed in my resignation at the office I’ve been a part of for almost six years. It was bittersweet. I’ve loved my time there, but this new step will bring me closer to the core of what I really want to do, and for that, I’m truly grateful. It’s not often that I talk about my day job here on the blog… but this felt too big not to share.
I’m full of nervous energy with one more big transition to come, but within it… I’m also beginning to eek out a sliver of peace.
I hesitate to say it out loud… but I can almost feel us beginning to turn a corner. One that’s been just out of reach for a very long time.
2014 was a very hard year for us. In some ways, it was the most rewarding year we’ve had, but it was also a struggle.
After a year of what ifs and maybes, I’m so ready for that corner and the wide world ahead that it hurts. Just that sliver of peace on its own is much more than I’ve had in some time.
I feel a little bit like a deer in the headlights in this shot — or maybe that’s how I’ve been feeling in general. Rather than bounce into action, spring has me longing to slow down… to take more time for each other, and for ourselves.
We’ve been busy spring cleaning every day for a month (keeping things perfectly staged…) and the indecision of it all — not knowing where we might live next — has managed to creep its way into the rest of our lives.
It’s a big decision, where we might choose to go next…
Should we move closer? Shorten my commute? Deal with less land and leave the city we love… or should we stay where we are? Is time, or quality of time, at the top of the agenda? I’m still not sure… but I trust we’ll find the way.
For now, I’m trying my best to take it slow.
… despite the crazy look I might not be able to wipe off my face.
In Maryland, I get a lot of PNW rain jokes, even legitimate concern – “if you ever moved back, do you think you could take it? Could Mark?”
But after a few years on the east coast, I have to be honest; I think you’re all living with Stockholm syndrome.
In Oregon, sure, it rains in the winter. Mostly it’s grey. But I never once owned an umbrella, and looking back I realize that the missive, “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes” is repeated more often than any complaint.
Here, folks complain all year long, but when it comes down to it, their suffering goes so much deeper than any silly complaint. They’ve grown to love those bastard seasons that hold them captive.
My two truths and a lie trump card is that as a junior in high school, I spent a full year traveling to rodeos across Oregon as the Coos County Fair & Rodeo Queen.
… I’ll wait while you compose yourself.
I know it sounds silly now, but it was a huge honor. I grew up a 4-H kid, and had been riding competitively since I was eight. In my small circle of horsey friends, the rodeo queen was practically a goddess. I dreamed of the moment I could compete for that crown, and never thought for a moment I’d win.
The competition includes a speech, an interview, and multiple riding tests… so it’s not easy. And my horse was never exactly a winner. A stout little reining pony built for driving cattle, we’d been together since she was two… and I was so proud of her. But she never quite fit in with the more polished and calm, and more-common-in-4-H, western pleasure winners. She was quick and scrappy… and despite her desperate hatred of parades (I understood) I think she was always meant to carry the queen.
She swept me through the competition with grace, and I managed to do her justice in the only way I knew how, by standing up in front of a whole lot of people and blathering on.
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Mark and I are terrible about printing our photos… which is especially a shame, since we’re constantly snapping. Our computers and phones are full of wonderful memories, but as much as we love to have prints, we never can remember to put in the order.
That’s why we’re loving timeshel, a new subscription service that allows you to sign up to have your latest photos printed once a month.
timeshel offers two levels of subscription. You can sign up for 10 prints a month that come in a nifty envelope for just $5.95, or 30 prints a month — which come in their super durable and handy shel — for $14.95.
It’s fun to decide which pictures to print, and easy, since it’s all contained in one simple app.
Hopefully the monthly reminder will mean we print and keep a whole lot more of our memories from here on out — and this simple diy will make it easy to display our favorites close to our workspace, just so we never forget.
timeshel is only available for iOs, but it’s easy to download in the Apple Store. Be sure to check it out if you’re anything like us, it’s such a shame to let those memories just sit on your phone.
I may not have been properly warned about how terrible it is to sell a house… waiting, wondering, unable to make the next move until it’s sold… but hey, at least there’s coffee.
Lately we’ve been focused on what to do next. Stay where we are? Move closer to the city? Pack it all up in a van and hit the road? Personally I’m gunning for the van, but the dog disagrees.
Meanwhile, we’re working on something for this space that gets more exciting each day… a rebrand and redesign that will bring more of our projects under one roof and give us a solid direction. Nothing huge will change — don’t worry — but we’ll be able to offer so much more… and I truly can’t wait for you to see what’s been shaping up behind the scenes.
For now… I hear the sun will be sticking around for an extra hour today, which, if you have to be stuck in purgatory, is a pretty good way to go… thank god for spring, and thank god for new adventures to come.
Great love can open your eyes and make the world seem new… and pasta and I, I’m not afraid to say it, we’re one of the greats.
Our love affair began at a young age… first with buttered noodles and mac & cheese, then gnocchi and lasagna. To this day, I can’t for the life of me understand why my father has never taken a liking to lasagna.
If there’s one thing that prevented us from making our own pasta in the past, it was the (totally misguided) feeling that we wouldn’t be able to do it without going out and spending a whole bunch of money on that KitchenAid attachment everyone seems to have. When push came to shove, we never could justify the cost (sort of like the ice cream maker I’m dying to buy…), no matter how much we wanted it.
We went way too long before we realized how silly it was to hang all of our pasta dreams on a silly piece of equipment — in reality, it’s easy to make pasta with nothing more than your own hands.
… and some pretty killer pasta, at that.
The attachment is still on the wish list, of course. But now, at least we know we can get by without it. And we definitely do.
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