If I let myself absorb the magnitude of our move, I get a little sad. Perhaps not sad, but definitely nostalgic. I feel this way about the house, about some of the possessions we're selling, but especially about the seasons. Where many people say that San Francisco weather is perfect at a temperate year round 60 degrees, I cling to the passage of time marked by the change of season. I know that I'll enjoy a mild winter and still mark seasons by holidays and such, but there's something about full, glorious seasons of extreme weather change that makes me feel at home. In homage to seasons, here is a collection of our house throughout the year:
I’m a Defense Consultant with a tendency towards pulling office pranks, taking lunch breaks, and drinking Wawa shakes. I’m also an English major with a serious obsession with alliteration and rhymes. While I’m not keeping America safe, I’m priming, sanding and painting. Or increasing our fresh veg intake. Or pontificating on my newly minted status as a wife. All the while, I’m getting myself into Lucille Ball-esque scrapes and making Jim Carey-esque faces. Post-wedding, I’m bringing blogging home to explore renovations, recipes, and reflections.