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Aftermath

We survived the housewarming. Me, Trent, Sammy, and 3675.

I say “survive” because we did in fact have about 70 people in the house, all the parents here from out of town, five dogs, a fire going in the firepit, multiple houseguests, AND all the neighbors came over for the first time. Nothing burned down, blew up, no one got into a brawl, everyone had enough to eat and drink, and only one person passed out in an unseemly place —

Me.

Okay, it wasn’t unseemly. I made it to my bed, but I didn’t manage to take my shoes off, get undressed, or get under the covers. We actually had a couple extra-late arrivals after my kerplunk and they got a nice kick out of it. All I have to say is — they should know by now.

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The Final Countdown

It’s here (well, it’s here tomorrow):

The housewarming party.

After 3+ months in the house, we’re ready to have people over for REAL. A lot of people. Really.

And, well, we aren’t REALLY ready. Everything we wanted done, isn’t done. That’s probably because, in the past month, we had to actually stop and take breaks and do other life things that weren’t house-related. For example, we gave up all last weekend—the weekend before the party and our last chance to bust ass—to go to San Jose for our friends, Jessica and Larry’s, wedding.

Jessica walks down the aisle.

Jessica walks down the aisle.

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This Will Always Be The Place

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

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