Since Leap Day, the days of this year have lined up with 2019. I know it sounds stupid, but I wasn't quite ready for that. I hate seeing my Facebook memories from the time we moved here. This weekend marks five years since we moved to this address, which is hard for me to believe. That time still feels so fresh to me, in some ways. I remember ( Read more... )

This week marks two years at this address and eight years since Sara and I moved to this city. Leaving my hometown doesn't feel like eight years ago; I can still so vividly remember packing up our old apartment and hitting the road. Living at this address, on the other hand, has been a long, slow, hard adjustment for me, and it feels a lot longer ( Read more... )

This week marks one year since we moved into this house. One year. We have made one trip around the sun in this house. We have lived in it through every season. Between the poison ivy (right after we moved in), the bamboo (over the course of the summer), my anxiety (triggered by the coming of winter), our neighbor's house fire (the week before ( Read more... )