OPERATION: Vacation Between Jobs is in full effect here. After finishing my last day at Art.com last week, Trent and I hopped a plane to Detroit where we spent five days with my family: some of it spent in the same old haunts, some of it on new adventures, and some of it celebrating some very special occasions.
Well, “hopped” isn’t entirely accurate. We more commando-crawled across a battlefield of crowds, confusion, and epic rage-inducing customer service queues wherein after four flight delays, a harrowing shuttle trip to change departure airports, and an entirely new itinerary, we finally arrived in Detroit the next day only about five hours late (the magic of time zones!).
THEN we got to enjoy said activities both old and new and very, very special…
(though we feel like we’ve experienced a lot of good fortune in life lately, the one arena where we HAVEN’T felt the love is definitely air travel – good lord)
This weekend, I watched my very oldest friend in the world get married on the most beautiful piece of coastline in Seattle.
She’s been married once before, and the first time around she chose a pretty great guy. She just didn’t choose the right guy (happens to a lot of us). At the start of this year, I wrote about how everyone deserves a second chance in life. When I wrote those words, I had plenty of people and situations in mind – Becki actually wasn’t one of them. But seeing how happy she is right now reaffirms my not-so-original wisdom. Continue reading