I made an executive decision.
One second honeymoon/light at the end of the tunnel is not enough. Mexican beach Christmas be damned – I need more light.
You know what’s REALLY bright and shiny?
For the past week, we’ve been practicing what I’m now calling “Life Minus House.”
The first week of July has historically been an important week for me, and it seems like it just gets more so as the years go by. So this year, after working our butts off for over a month straight, successfully moving, settling, changing jobs, and reaching stability with our construction projects and our leaking ceiling, we decided to pause and do other stuff. Remember stuff, celebrate stuff, and just enjoy our lives. For one full week.
(Almost one full week — I think when I get done writing this, we’ll probably go to Orchard Supply Hardware to look for some door hardware and maybe stop at Sherwin-Williams to match our good bathroom’s paint. Maybe…)
First off, I started my new job this week, and I had to get some focus around that. Week one was basically a trial by fire, but it was crazy fun and I loved it. I’m managing and curating content for the new art.com e-commerce site, and I love that I’m working on a project called “Get Inspired.” I am inspired. I AM!!!
WARNING: Epic stuff coming up here!
I’ve got the goods for my Detroit trip blog now. It’s no small task for me to blog about going home, because it’s always a multi-layered story.
Everyone knows I live with a constant pang of homesickness; it’s not easy to leave a place like Detroit and move to the Bay Area (yes, you read that right). Even though I met the love of my life here, I built a great career, I’ve fallen in love with the landscape, and I’ve made a slate of awesome friends. I am still — yep — homesick.
This beautiful place I live in is still not the ugly place I came from — no place is. And I’m sure lots of people think no place is like their hometown, for better or worse, but really — NO place on earth is like Detroit. Yet. Continue reading
Today is my grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary celebration.
My grandparents are pretty much the coolest grandparents on the planet. Sorry if you thought yours were!
We’re home in Detroit for their big soiree, taking a break from all the house hoopla, and tonight we’re bringing together 200 of our closest family and friends for booze, champagne, big band music, and manly Italian tears in their honor.
I’ll have more photos and stories to share once we get back, but in the meantime, here’s what 60 years of true love looks like, in 60 photos, chosen by me for the happy couple.
It’s the very essence of what it means to — as I said in my wedding vows — love a man like Lucy loves Sam.