Let's Go Home

"Okay, here is the plan: As soon as we..."

I realized at this point in the sentence that Megan was lost in a vision of The Chestnut's color scheme and was not listening to a word I was saying. To test this thought, I raised the volume of my voice a few notches and said "huh, baby?" In these moments, it’s a little eerie how well he knows me. 

Her response: "Oh yeah, uh huh... hey, let's take some pictures here before we leave." I mean, you can’t just take me to a wonderfully designed restaurant and expect me not to be thinking about my next shot. 

It's moving day — finally. I'm all packed and ready to make #PDX my new home. If Megan would have been listening to my plan-making, she would have heard our step-by-process for last-minute cleaning and loading up my car. I'm glad she wasn't paying attention, in retrospect, because this was probably the third time that I had gone over the plan. I'm thorough, exhaustingly so.  Yes, he is thorough. So much so that I never question his planning. I know that when he wants something done, he takes the most direct and effective way possible. It works! 

We will make our way from Phoenix to Portland over the next 72 hours and will adventure through over 1,300 miles in the process. I know, I know, you are reading this with envy that you can't spend that much time trapped in a car with us.  

With each pit stop at questionable gas stations and small-town diners -- we will document the journey with posts and photos. Stay tuned; I have a feeling that boredom and the delirium that follows it will produce some interesting content. That just might be an understatement. 

 

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An Abundance of Change

He writes in this font,  she writes in this font. 

We are in an exciting state of transition. 

You may have noticed that we are posting slightly less than usual for the past couple weeks. This is because it has been an absurdly hectic time for us — even more so than usual. As I write this, my apartment looks like a war zone of boxes, books scattered in every conceivable place, and cleaning supplies. It’s a chaotic mess that lacks any definitive order. 

Likewise, I imagine Megan’s apartment in Portland looks somewhat similar. I envision shoes and art supplies all over the place, perhaps a confused little dog playing in the mayhem and trying to figure out what the heck is happening. Imagine it looking even worse than that! I feel like I haven’t even made a dent! How is it possible to accumulate so much stuff in such a short amount of time? How?  

These are the joys of moving. 

None of this dims the absolute, stupendous excitement of us living together! Not in the slightest. It’s true! I don’t think I have ever been more excited about anything! It even beats that Christmas in 1998 when I got a Nintendo 64. It beats all Christmas excitement and pre-disneyland feelings ever or that matter. We just got the keys to our new place this past weekend. Well, Megan got the keys  — I only have constructive possession at this point. Still, we have a home!! The sad part about this is that Guy wasn’t able to share the “entering the new home” moment with me. But, I will get to share his experience doing just that this weekend! He actually hasn’t seen the house at all, besides photos and my obnoxious commentary-filled Snapchats. This is basically all we have talked about recently and we cannot wait to share the move-in process in all its glory with you all! 

This weekend I will fly to Portland to help move all of Megan’s stuff into our home.  All of it? I love how optimistic you are! The next weekend we are driving my belongings up from Arizona. Road Trip! 

So bear with us while we move and have less time for writing and posting on the blog. We will be back in no time with more adventures and lots of incredible photos of Portland. Also, we have an exciting new project to unveil soon. Stay tuned! 

 

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Goodbye Arizona

He writes in this font,  she writes in this font. 

Goodbye Arizona, I bid you farewell! 

Confused? I’ll explain: You read right on our last post, I am not moving to the Rose City  until Oct. 26 — a little under three weeks from now. Still, this past weekend was my last one in Phoenix before the move. This upcoming weekend I will be camping (shockingly, Arizona has woodsy areas) and then I am going to PDX the following one. Yes, this leaves another weekend before the move — technically — but who counts a packing and cleaning weekend?! I certainly do not. 

Also, call me sentimental, but I like to think that I spent my last weekend here in Phoenix with Megan. It’s more memorable. Oh, that’s just lovely and certainly much more memorable! 

So what do you do for a farewell weekend? I tried to fill it with some of my favorite things, of course. Luckily, the Arizona sun decided to curb its fury for the weekend so that Megan and I could run around town and enjoy the sites one last time. It was so nice to not melt while visiting for a change. 

Saturday morning started with donuts, obviously. For the past three years I have used nami donuts as therapy for difficult days in court or long weekends in the office. Located just a few minutes from my office in downtown Phoenix, this vegan pastry and coffee place has been my refuge on the toughest of days. I am not above admitting that their slogan “made with nami love”  has actually given me encouragement after a long day of trial — or maybe it was just the sugar rush. 

We may have over-indulged. Is there really such a thing? I blame it on their incredible menu and it being my last visit before moving: I was extra-hyper after my two donut start to the day… the pitaya power breakfast and coffee may have added to that as well. Oops. At least we were ready for some adventures! I must say, the vegan country breakfast burrito was amazing! I mean, who doesn’t like a little bit of maple syrup with tofu, tempeh, and veggies? It was truly a fantastic combination! 

Next stop: Zinnias at Melrose. Going to this vintage market just outside of downtown Phoenix has been part of my Saturday routine for years. I am grateful that Megan also likes vintage stuff and the feeling of rummaging through an attic because stopping by  Zinnias was an absolute necessity for me. Pure looky-loos this weekend (oh yes, that is a real term), we spent hours exploring the store and dream-decorating our future home. Yes, the visit made my head dream up the most beautiful “Mad Men” inspired home. I’m talking about Don and Betty Draper in the Suburbs designs. Based on our design plans, we may need a few dream homes actually.    

After a couple of hours sifting through dust and discovering treasures, we needed a little sun and fresh air! Finally Megan got to make use of the bikini she brings on each visit. We spent the entire afternoon soaking up the sunlight while immersing ourselves in books and a little bit of wine… maybe a touch past a little bit, but only slightly. 

*It was nap time.*

Feeling refreshed several hours later, Megan was adamant that we go for a hike together before the impending sunset closed that option. You see, we plan to hike each time she visits. Sometimes the oven-like heat dissuades us from that mission. Other times we enjoy one too many margaritas to make a hike possible. This time, thankfully, Megan would not accept any excuses: We Were Going Hiking. 

We ended the day by watching the sunset from Squaw Peak. It was perfect. Absolutely stunning.  While Megan snapped photo after photo trying to capture the colors just right, I reflected on the countless times I had hiked the mountain previously; always by myself. Damn, I am being sentimental again. It’s kind of funny to hear him say that. At the beginning of our relationship he asked me if I was a “romantic” or “sentimental.” I said that I was a combination of both, I love the passion of romance, but I have a love for nostalgia. I live with glowing feelings about certain moments I have experienced. I prefer to have that kind of energy stay in my heart. He said that he was certainly not sentimental because that means that you want things to last. It’s interesting how much more sentimental he is now. 

I cannot think of a better way to say goodbye to Phoenix and welcome-in the next adventure of my life — with Megan. 

Now onto Portland! 

 

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