Married in the City

Ross and I recently returned from our honeymoon. One of the fun things has been reading the posts a few of my friends have done, so instead of waiting a few months to post about it myself, I'll let you see their pictures and comments on the day. Enjoy!

Alison and her lovely pictures

Jessica and her sweet memories

Sarah and her words of wisdom

Love For The Rents

Just after one o’clock today I got a call from my dad. Normally this means one of two things – something is wrong or his cell phone decided to spontaneously call me. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I don’t enjoy talking to my dad, but rather that talking on the phone is rare for us. I find out what’s going on with him through talking to my mom and vice versa.

I answered the phone with a touch of nervousness. He said he was with my mom at Macy’s looking at mother of the bride dresses. I paused, waiting for the inevitable bad news. Then he said, “They have an advertisement here that says you get a $100 gift card just for registering and you don’t even have to invite them to the wedding!” I had to ask him to repeat himself because surely he wasn’t calling to talk to me about wedding registries. Sure enough he was and that’s all he wanted. The phone call lasted one minute and three seconds.

Then this afternoon I tried calling my mom but her phone went straight to voicemail. This is odd because my mom always has her phone with her. Being the good 21st century daughter that I am, I immediately called my dad to talk to mom. But he didn’t answer his phone either. He is a farmer, so his phone is always attached to his hip unless it’s Sunday morning. How is it possible that neither of them answered their phone?

Finally at four this afternoon I see I have a text from my mom and it states, “you must must go see knight & day immediately. do not wait. it’s greeeaaatttt! mom & dad”. How fantastic is that? I called her and she proceeds to tell me I cannot wait to see this movie. I should grab Ross, or not grab Ross, and go see this movie tonight! I should not wait for it to come out on Netflix, but should spend a little bit of money and go see it in theatres.

As you can tell, today has been a great day of talking with the parents. I love how even though we live 665 miles apart we can still have these fun everyday conversations. Next week will be even better though because they’re coming out to visit for Tom Cruise’s birthday! Or something like that.

Welcome back!

Today I commented on a friend's blog (Happy Anniversary Brandon and Lindsay!) and it used my blog ID to post. All that did was remind me how long it's been since I posted. I had such good intentions when starting this. I thought it would be a good way to keep friends and family updated with what was going on in my far away DC life. Unfortunately it only works if you take the time to update your page. I think part of my problem is I think I need to have something earth shattering to be post worthy. And when something does happen, I don't take the time to write about it but then it seems odd to post about it weeks or months later.

Here's a brief life update:
I'm still living in DC and loving it. I've finally unpacked all my boxes, but there's still a pile of picture frames on the floor waiting to find a home. I'm still at the same job, and that's actually where I met my amazing fiance. We're planning a September wedding followed by a very relaxing beach honeymoon. Even though I live significantly closer to the ocean, I have yet to go since moving. Hopefully that will change this summer. As of October, I am now an aunt to the world's cutest baby. Seriously, this girl is adorable. I've found a church I really like and am being challenged and encouraged by my community group. A few friends and I have started our own book club. The meetings may not be consistent and on topic, but at least we're reading! For the first time since I was 10, I'm playing softball this summer. The team doesn't mind that I'm terrible since we're in the noncompetitive division of the work league.

I'm going to make an effort to be better at posting. I know this was brief and didn't flow, but at this point, a bad post is better than no post.

An oldie but goodie - out to dinner last summer

I told you she was the cutest baby in the world

Come and Gone

I have been dreading one day for the last two years – July 3, 2009. That is the day I turned the big 2-5. Now I know for most people they don't think twice about turning 25. I'm still young and seemingly have my whole adult life ahead of me. But that's what has bothered me the most. The age 25 has so much meaning. I've always felt that was an “adult” age. Granted, I've been out of school and living on my own for three years now but having to say, “I'm 25” seemed like a big deal. By that time in life you're supposed to know where you're going, what you want, have a life plan and have started on your way.

Well, as you know, July 3, 2009 has come and gone. There was no dramatic shift in the universe. The day started and ended, just like any other. I didn't wake up with a giant weight on my shoulders. As the day went on, I didn't feel like now that I was 25 my life had less meaning. I guess I just had to realize that it really was just a number.

Eastern Market

I love my neighborhood. I do. I love the old row homes, the short walk to restaurants and shops, the Eastern Market, seeing the Capitol everyday, people walking dogs, children in the park and even the buckled brick sidewalks that sometimes make me lose my shoe. After I found this apartment, I found a video of the neighborhood online. I remember wishing it wasn't filmed in winter so it'd be more aesthetically pleasing. However, I now find myself thinking about it as I walk around the winter scene from the video and singing the song in my head. I've realized that this video captures the Eastern Market I've fallen in love with. Like a picture from a first date. Spring will be here soon, and I can't wait, but I just wanted to take the time to share with you my winter love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBlhb9wSYmA

I'm Still Here

I'm finding that I'm terrible at keeping this updated. I find myself thinking, "what is worthy of a post?" but then not writing anything. I do plan on posting about the inauguration, but I haven't sorted out my thoughts yet. I'm setting a goal of having it posted next weekend. Wish me luck!

Official D.C. Girl

I live in Washington, D.C. and have the driver's license to prove it. I went to the DMV today and officially switched from a Hoosier to a Washingtonian.

Now to some people that might not be a big deal, but hours later, I'm still trying to let it sink in. I've lived here almost two months already, but the time has been a blur. I've been so busy going here and there and trying to get things done that I haven't really thought about the fact that I moved 10 hours away. This new place is my home. I may have no idea how to get to a Wal-mart, but I live here.

After leaving the DMV I just sat in my car and stared at my ID. It had my name and face on a strange backdrop with a funny address listed. (It's not as bad as the passport picture, but it's by no means flattering.) Since I never changed my ID when I lived in New Albany, for all legal purposes I still lived in Camden. I've had the same* address for over 24 years.

Don't get me wrong, Indiana will always have a special place in my heart, but it's now switched to the place I grew up. I'll always be a Mid-western girl at heart. Just this past weekend I heard a family on the Metro trying to figure out if they were on the correct train. I went over, explained the map, and told them which stop they needed. I even waved as they found their way out of the station. If that's not a Mid-western thing to do, I don't know what is. But at the same time, I do understand the Metro. I guess I am a Washingtonian.




*Technically my address changed when we got 911. You are missed Rural Route 2.