Pop Pop Goes the Question
Kit and I moved to Cortland about a week and a half ago. We had been slowly bringing things to the new place amid trips back and forth from Binghamton and Syracuse as Cortland is nearly exactly midway between those respective cities (where our graduate programs are and we had been living) - and that is the idea, this coming school year and the year after that (and maybe the year after that) we will be commuting from Cortland to our school/jobs - Luckily, we both have schedules that limit our need to be on campus more than three times per week.
Not this past Friday, but the Friday before movers came and took the last of my stuff from Binghamton to Cortland. Having just moved my tons of crap less than a year before made moving not something I was looking forward to, and I certainly was not as organized this time as I was last, but it got done. And since then, we have been working hard to unpack our stuff and settle in. The good thing about living in bumfuck nowhere (even though there is a sizeable SUNY nearby) is lots of space for cheap. We got a three bedroom, which means Kit gets her own office and I get a “den” that doubles as the guest room. We have two off-street parking spots and a free laundry room. . . It is a nice place to make a home for a few years.
So, as I said, we worked hard to get the place together, especially since starting tomorrow we are beginning on a series of roadtrips - first to see doraphilia and picodulce in Chicago, and then to Brooklyn for my mom’s birthday and then Pittsburgh after that (and maybe even a trip to the Adirondacks somewhere in between) - and having accomplished that we had a celebratory dinner of paella con langosta which I made yesterday - substituting hot Italian sausage for chorizo, since I could not find any of the latter. The other thing I had a really hard time finding was a good bottle of champagne - Moet, my favorite (Cortland is nearly as economically depressed as Bingo - lots of $5.99 bottles, but nothing in the $40 to $60 range I was looking for) - but I did eventually find it, and after dinner we cracked open the bottle to celebrate, not only the move-in, but the fact that I asked Kit to marry me after dinner and she said yes… I mean, I knew she would - we’d been talking about it for a while - and via her aunt I got the diamond from her great-grandmother’s engagement ring and had it placed in a new white gold setting with a nice looking faux lacework on each side covered in diamond chips (a friend’s dad hooked me up for a good deal on the setting and the work, which required some subterfuge on my part when last in Pittsburgh to pull off). I would post pics of the ring, but I think that’d be gauche.
So yeah, life moves along nicely. We are both very excited and happy and these upcoming trips means we’ll be able to see our friends and families to share the news and happiness (and for Kit to show off her ring) - and of course, field the thousands questions about when and where the wedding might be. . . Answer: We have no idea yet. . .
I hope ya’ll summers are treating you well as mine.
Not this past Friday, but the Friday before movers came and took the last of my stuff from Binghamton to Cortland. Having just moved my tons of crap less than a year before made moving not something I was looking forward to, and I certainly was not as organized this time as I was last, but it got done. And since then, we have been working hard to unpack our stuff and settle in. The good thing about living in bumfuck nowhere (even though there is a sizeable SUNY nearby) is lots of space for cheap. We got a three bedroom, which means Kit gets her own office and I get a “den” that doubles as the guest room. We have two off-street parking spots and a free laundry room. . . It is a nice place to make a home for a few years.
So, as I said, we worked hard to get the place together, especially since starting tomorrow we are beginning on a series of roadtrips - first to see doraphilia and picodulce in Chicago, and then to Brooklyn for my mom’s birthday and then Pittsburgh after that (and maybe even a trip to the Adirondacks somewhere in between) - and having accomplished that we had a celebratory dinner of paella con langosta which I made yesterday - substituting hot Italian sausage for chorizo, since I could not find any of the latter. The other thing I had a really hard time finding was a good bottle of champagne - Moet, my favorite (Cortland is nearly as economically depressed as Bingo - lots of $5.99 bottles, but nothing in the $40 to $60 range I was looking for) - but I did eventually find it, and after dinner we cracked open the bottle to celebrate, not only the move-in, but the fact that I asked Kit to marry me after dinner and she said yes… I mean, I knew she would - we’d been talking about it for a while - and via her aunt I got the diamond from her great-grandmother’s engagement ring and had it placed in a new white gold setting with a nice looking faux lacework on each side covered in diamond chips (a friend’s dad hooked me up for a good deal on the setting and the work, which required some subterfuge on my part when last in Pittsburgh to pull off). I would post pics of the ring, but I think that’d be gauche.
So yeah, life moves along nicely. We are both very excited and happy and these upcoming trips means we’ll be able to see our friends and families to share the news and happiness (and for Kit to show off her ring) - and of course, field the thousands questions about when and where the wedding might be. . . Answer: We have no idea yet. . .
I hope ya’ll summers are treating you well as mine.