Still here, though I have to admit, FB has drained my will to blog. I find myself wanting to save LJ for Really Important Stuff and then when I sit down at the computer, I figure, ah, fuck it
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I love this update. I so lack the gumption to write something worthwhile for LJ now, which is hilarious given how unworthwhile so many of my posts were for so long. The times, they are achanged. While I'm not totally jealous of being stir-crazy and stuck and without power, I admit I'm a teense jealous of all the storminess going on out there. We've had bupkiss here in NYC, which is wrong wrong wrong, and the only power outages I've experienced in the city were in the summer due to too much AC usage on the hottest days. THOSE are not fun power outages, but I always loved wind storm outages when I lived in WA (note that I always lived in areas that got power back within a day or so -- my poor friends in Olympia have been without for days and days now).
How I am (a mini LJ post): I'm close to being the happiest I've ever been, which is funny because I don't feel like I'm DOING as much as I have done, in previous years, but maybe that's part of it. Mostly my free time is spent cooking (a lot), reading (a little), and having friends over (my favorite). I started my new job in November and it's shocking how much I enjoy it; I finally feel like I'm working somewhere that's a really good fit for both my skills and my interests, and it's remarkable what a difference that makes. I taste nibbles from the test kitchen, chat about my culinary adventures with our food editors, contribute story and layout ideas in meetings (even though I'm just a copy editor -- they want my input!), and occasionally take home baskets of eggs from Martha's chickens. A friend recently dug up an email chain we'd exchanged five years ago when we first met. In it I said something about how when I wasn't pretending to do my job (this was back at Harper), I fantasized about working in editorial for cookbooks. He's like, "hey, that's almost what you do now! You did it!" And damnit, I DID. It feels great. Mike and I are also planning on moving back to Seattle within the next two years, such that babytown can commence, and that's really got me jazzed. We're on track with our savings and my success with this job gives me hope that I'll find work when we're ready to go. I love this city, but I'm ready to go home now. We're trying to make sure we enjoy the hell out of NYC while we're here, so we're making trips to museums we've always wanted to visit but never have, stuff like that. I'm also crazily excited about another long-range fun thing, which is that Mike and I are going to visit Hawaii with my parents for Christmas this year. M and I have never been (my parents go regularly), and I'm beside myself at the prospect of seeing lava and crazy fish and clear clear ocean water and stuff. Plus, I miss my Papa so much, and the idea of spending two weeks with him and Dede is too good to be true. So much cooking will happen, my friend. SO much. We were getting itchy about the idea of spending so much on airfare (Jesus Lord, Hawaii, YOU FAR), but both have come around to the idea that our parents are getting older and won't be able to do trips like this forever, and that we need to spend our money doing things that will make us happy (within reason). So trip it is! It's going to rule. Oh, and I got two ukuleles for Christmas and plinka-plinking out songs is a lovely end to a busy day, it turns out.
The photos of La Llo in the snow are amazing; I can only imagine how adorbs she is flopping in the bed.
So soon? It will have been more than eight years! New York was never going to be permanent; I've always known I'd return to the PNW. Papa, brother, friends, their babies, trees, climate, attitude, mountains...it's all a draw. But yes, baby-clock thing IS a factor. Mike's been here for more than 10 years and is ready to conclude his NYC adventure too. We long for a house!
The return flight from Hawaii makes me want to die. Leave midday, arrive 620 am in NYC, next day. GUH.
How I am (a mini LJ post): I'm close to being the happiest I've ever been, which is funny because I don't feel like I'm DOING as much as I have done, in previous years, but maybe that's part of it. Mostly my free time is spent cooking (a lot), reading (a little), and having friends over (my favorite). I started my new job in November and it's shocking how much I enjoy it; I finally feel like I'm working somewhere that's a really good fit for both my skills and my interests, and it's remarkable what a difference that makes. I taste nibbles from the test kitchen, chat about my culinary adventures with our food editors, contribute story and layout ideas in meetings (even though I'm just a copy editor -- they want my input!), and occasionally take home baskets of eggs from Martha's chickens. A friend recently dug up an email chain we'd exchanged five years ago when we first met. In it I said something about how when I wasn't pretending to do my job (this was back at Harper), I fantasized about working in editorial for cookbooks. He's like, "hey, that's almost what you do now! You did it!" And damnit, I DID. It feels great. Mike and I are also planning on moving back to Seattle within the next two years, such that babytown can commence, and that's really got me jazzed. We're on track with our savings and my success with this job gives me hope that I'll find work when we're ready to go. I love this city, but I'm ready to go home now. We're trying to make sure we enjoy the hell out of NYC while we're here, so we're making trips to museums we've always wanted to visit but never have, stuff like that. I'm also crazily excited about another long-range fun thing, which is that Mike and I are going to visit Hawaii with my parents for Christmas this year. M and I have never been (my parents go regularly), and I'm beside myself at the prospect of seeing lava and crazy fish and clear clear ocean water and stuff. Plus, I miss my Papa so much, and the idea of spending two weeks with him and Dede is too good to be true. So much cooking will happen, my friend. SO much. We were getting itchy about the idea of spending so much on airfare (Jesus Lord, Hawaii, YOU FAR), but both have come around to the idea that our parents are getting older and won't be able to do trips like this forever, and that we need to spend our money doing things that will make us happy (within reason). So trip it is! It's going to rule. Oh, and I got two ukuleles for Christmas and plinka-plinking out songs is a lovely end to a busy day, it turns out.
The photos of La Llo in the snow are amazing; I can only imagine how adorbs she is flopping in the bed.
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So, yes. I would love to go sometime. I eagerly anticipate your pictures.
I am surprised you are considering moving back so soon! But I guess the baby-clock thing is a factor? And I can understand missing your Papa.
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The return flight from Hawaii makes me want to die. Leave midday, arrive 620 am in NYC, next day. GUH.
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