We’re flying to Virginia Beach this weekend to ‘check it out.’ Meaning, John is terrified that I’m going to dislike it as much as I dislike Charleston and the next few years, if he gets orders there, will be me constantly listing everything I don’t like Virginia Beach. I think he’s a little dramatic, I only list things I don’t like about Charleston on days when I’m stuck in terrible traffic, weekends where my car breaks down and I have no one to call, weekends when I’m bored and have no people to do anything with, when I have no one to help me with the baby, and all of the times I have to run alone because I have no running group. So, often, but not everyday.
Luckily, VA beach already has two things going for it. There’s a Nordstrom’s. And it’s not Charleston.
I’m kidding, Charleston is a really interesting city, the people are wonderful, the history is fascinating and the beaches and culinary scene are two of the best in the nation. I just don’t like living here. The infrastructure isn’t set up for the influx of new residents, our neighborhood is way too far from everything and…the humidity. So visit, it’s nice.
Of course, we’ve had a lot of dreary, rainy, extremely humid days this week, so I’ve been surrounding myself with bright things in an attempt to make our office more cheerful. Bright nail polish, bright clothes, bright oatmeal.
I’m learning the toddler years are the helpful years. Mine likes to reorganize the fridge (she has an eye for it, right?) and yesterday she rubbed baby powder into my shoulder for a solid half and hour.
Is anyone else super excited for the second Independence Day?? I can’t remember what it’s called, but I think John and I might ask his mom to babysit this weekend in VA so we can go see it. I watched the original 500 plus times in middle school–it was tied for my favorite movie with the Babysitters Club, Armageddon, Clueless and Apollo 13. And Spice World. Obviously.
I still remember my two cousins and I acting out the entire Independence Day movie in my grandma’s driveway in Arizona. I could, and probably still can, recite every line. But I can’t remember to pack gym socks. (?)
We made some really good meals this week, but the best was this stuffed butternut squash with farro and vegan sausage. Even though the heat and humidity was creeping through every tiny crack in our house, our meal felt like fall, and it gave me hope that maybe one day it won’t be 100 degrees, 100% humidity. We might have to move for that to happen.
This weekend and next week are two big dates for John and I. We met on the 4th of July four years ago at my favorite bar in San Diego, PB Shore Club. Somehow, John got my number, and texted me the next morning (which was a Thursday, and I was at work at 6:30 am with a Red Bull and a huge California burrito), asking if I wanted to go out to dinner and jump out of a plane.
We didn’t jump out of a plane for a few more weeks–which he tricked me into doing–but we did go out to dinner that weekend, and two years later we had an epic red, white and blue wedding in Kansas City, MO, on the 5th of July.
While, I wouldn’t call us the most photogenic couple, and I would call our photographer the worst photographer to ever shoot a wedding, we’ve had a pretty wild few years. Cheers to a great weekend!
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