The Move

 (photo by Chris)

I apologize for the break in posting. I had this thing come up--The Move. The photo above is what my life looked like less than three weeks ago. Note the expert packing job, thanks to my dad. My loveseat made it to Morris but unfortunately didn't make it to Boston. Besides that, everything arrived to our destination--and unharmed, to boot. Despite being an emotional wreck during the weeks leading up to The Move, as soon as Chris flew in, all my anxiety melted. 

Of course, there were tearful goodbyes. First, to my Des Moines family, the Conways. Then, to Kaelin. She's half of the wonderful couple that brought Chris and I together and my best friend. We stopped by their house late the night before The Move. Dave asked if I wanted a glass of wine and I started to weep. "I just want to cuddle with Kaelin," I said, sinking to the couch. How pathetic.

After we began to settle into our new home, it was wonderful being able to spend a few days with my parents, showing them Boston. My dad had never been to the city, and my mom last visited when she was just twelve. Despite uncooperative weather, we managed to do a lot of exploring. The highlight was eating in the North End. One night, Chris and I treated them to dinner at Trattoria Il Panino. Maria seemed to be convinced my dad was an undercover celebrity, and kept trying to cajole him into adding his photo next to Sofia Loren's, Tom Brady's, or Matt Damon's on their walls. Cappuccinos were the perfect ending to the evening. The next night we split a couple pizzas at Pizzeria Regina. It was the absolute best pizza I've had in a long time, with crust so thin and crispy, it rivals our favorite Chicago joints. I wish I would've taken photos of our dishes at these restaurants. Mental note taken. 

Since my parents returned home, it's just been Chris and I figuring things out together. I've been working from home in our guest bedroom/office. My desk sits in front of a bay window, so I have a pretty (and sometimes interesting) view of the neighborhood all day long. I try to venture out as often as possible, and our weekends have been filled with lots of walks, or adventures, as we like to call them. Last Sunday's walk included a 4.5 mile trek along the Charles River. Again, I need to remember to be more of a photographer. It would help if I had a decent camera.