I’ve been awful

…ly busy? 

 

No but really, I attempted multiple times to upload pictures from the 4th of July.  It didn’t work and then I just gave up. And you all deserve better. My sincerest apologies. I’ll give you the verbal summary instead. 

 

Selemon and I traveled (separately from our respective cities, of course) to Minneapolis to spend 5 days with our nearest and dearest. What followed was a trip that involved the most adorable nephews and cousins, a bit of country music (until Selemon staged a coup), Selemon winning father in law approval through giant-fish-catching, fireworks that sprinkled ash on my head, some kayaking, a bit of green jello salad (love you, Minnesota), and the discovery (through camping) that Selemon is sort of afraid of deer attacking in the night, but more importantly, is a wonderful, try-anything husband. 

 

It was really fantastic. 

 

And now I find myself at my kitchen table in Boston preparing to spend a night packing up some more possessions. You see, on Saturday at 8 AM I will be in Harvard Square picking up a rental car that has a one-way journey to New York City on its schedule. Which means I have a long night of pack, pack, packing before my last few nights are spent with goodbyes and sweeping views of Boston. 

 

I really couldn’t be more excited. As much as Boston has been lovely, its also been filled with a lot of really tough self discovery and hard truths and I’m quite frankly ready to see it in my rear view mirror. Onward to New York City we go! 

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New York’s Newest Residents

Finally “home” is the same place for both of us. And that feels really good.

Enjoy some pictures from move-in weekendImage

Boxes everywhere. We were finally able to unload so many lovely wedding gifts and Selemon demonstrated his domestic skills

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Dish-washing view ain’t bad

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I’m excited

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I had been in Times Square before, but it really is strange to walk out of a dark theatre at night into an even brighter outside

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I love our apartment building’s hallways. It makes the 6 floor climb enjoyable. (ask me again in a few months)

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An early morning walk through our gorgeous neighbor, Washington Square Park

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If you go early enough, it’s just you and some homeless folks at the park

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A little piece of Wisconsin in Manhattan

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Domestic life

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Midnight movies at 17 vs 27

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I love little movie theatres and delightfully kitschy parody movies, so when I walked past Coolidge Corner theater and saw Wet Hot American Summer listed on the marquee my heart skipped a beat. I immediately recruited Jess to accompany me and gushed about the perfection of Paul Rudd, Amy Poehler, and Bradley Cooper in 1981-appropriate short shorts at a summer camp. This movie is the classic summer celebration, and as a former camp counselor I can’t resist. It also happened to be three days before my 27th birthday, providing the perfect excuse to do something different.

So, with Jess on board I went to buy a ticket and… the only showing was at 11:59 PM. Frantically searching for a more reasonable time, it dawned on me…daaaaaamn, this was a midnight movie. Uuuuuuuuuugh. Then: Karma. Why Karma you ask?

Fargo, ND has a teeny-tiny art deco theatre nestled on our one “downtown” street. As restless high schoolers the “midnight movie” provided the perfect excuse for an extended curfew. The best part? You didn’t even have to go to the movie! (sorry, Mom and Dad) The first time we “went” to a movie, we bought the ticket just in case our parents decided to verify our location with the ticket stub. They didn’t and we realized we could save that one ticket stub for all future showings and hope they wouldn’t scrutinize it closely enough to realize the listed date was about three months ago.

Naturally we used these extra two hours to drink in a field as North Dakotan teens are known to do, or something similarly enlightening.

In high school these midnight movies were my curfew-busting savior. Now, as someone on the cusp of 27 I was cursing at the idea of breaking my self imposed curfew. Oh how things change. Thanks for the pre-birthday reality check, life. 

I complained to Jess, she told me I absolutely had to go, and go we did. It turned out to be wonderful with loud laughs and (most likely not sober) audience interaction the way only a midnight showing can provide.

I couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend my birthday weekend.

For those of you unfamiliar with this cinematic delight, here is the trailer, and of course, I recommend a midnight showing, regardless of your age.

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We graduated!

Keeping with our May/June theme of non-stop milestone achievement, we both graduated last month!

My commencement took place exactly two weeks after our wedding, so I didn’t expect any additional family to be there. This turned out to be a serendipitous blessing, as Selemon and I celebrated our first milestone as our own, little family. It felt SO good to look into the crowd and see my husband proudly taking photos. It makes me so warm and content I could burst.

Selemon was next up! Selemon’s parents traveled to Boston and New Hampshire to see the big day, happily expanding our little family by two. It was another gorgeous day and I know I’ll miss those lush mountains surrounding Dartmouth.

Here are a few pictures

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The husband and I! It was such a happy day!

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Ashley, Jess, and I. I brought my favorite leopard kitten heels :)

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Now it was Selemon’s turn and he even got his face on a cake! He clearly did something right at grad school.

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So handsome I’m melting inside

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Selemon and his proud dad

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First Post!

Today I returned to Boston after a week with family in Minnesota.  And for once, I didn’t drown in a deep wave of loneliness. I did stop and get a burrito before grabbing my baggage so that might have helped.

Minnesota was lovely. I held my baby nephew. My heart exploded when my 2 year old nephew ran through the house yelling Auntie Lo. I ate mashed potatoes (which just aren’t as good when I make them myself), peach crisp, fresh from the garden green beans, and grilled chicken. I drank coffee outside on the porch. I watched the Today show. I met horses that let me pet them. I snuggled dogs. I drank goat milk. I dug up potatoes. I met my sister’s wonderful doula. We talked about placentas.  I camped in a tent with my mom. I saw good friends and celebrated that friendship in the form of a bachelorette party. I swam in two lakes. I taught my nephew to kick in the water. I got a bright, pretty dress to wear to a wedding this weekend.  I met my little brother’s girlfriend whom he loves very, very much.

I had a really perfect time.

And maybe due to all that loveliness I’m feeling really happy with Boston right now. That joy has carried over and allowed me to love both places, even if I’ll always love Minnesota more.

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