Wednesday, December 19, 2012
As always I seem to be scrambling to catch up on things, namely this outlet I’ve created here. From work, to school, to moving, (twice in a month!!!) to traveling to both Ireland and Atlanta for my best friend Kat’s wedding, training for an upcoming marathon, and completing another year of NaNoWriMo’s writing challenge, life has been a wee bit hectic. Looking back, what had happened was... The apartment I found on craigslist.com that belonged to my landlord wasn’t available until October 1st. Jeff and I needed to be out of our respective places by September 1st. My roommate Dana found a cute one bedroom in Rogers Park and Jeff’s roommates were still looking for a place. When Jeff and I decided to go look at the apartment my landlord said he’d give it to us first if we wanted it but we would have to let him know that same night. At least ten other people including us were there to see the small two bedroom in Wicker Park. I wanted it immediately mostly because of it’s location, but I also liked the actual space. Accepting this offer meant we’d have to move twice in a month and we didn’t know where we would live for the month of September. My landlord said he had a small one bedroom we could rent for the month. This was less than stellar but it was something at least. After looking at the place Jeff and I went to dinner to mull over this decision. I was “yes” all the way but he was taking a little longer to decide. Finally...he agreed, I called my landlord and it was set. The next day at work while telling my co-worker Audrey this, she mentioned that she was looking for someone to take care of her cats and apartment for the...entire month of September because she was taking a month long trip to Spain. We jumped on that like white on rice. Moving day was a disaster for Dana and me. (and possibly Jeff if you ask him...) Our movers showed up 5 hours late, looked at our stuff and said there was “too much” and left. The freakin’ left!!! Thankfully Jeff’s roommates had their moving truck all night. He drove over to help us first move Dana to Rogers Park, then come back to my apartment, sleep for a couple of hours and get up to move my stuff into the storage unit Jeff rented for us. Dana and her boyfriend rode their bikes down to help us and so did Jeff’s roommate Micah who had to take the truck back to the rental place. Jeff and I cabbed it with a month’s worth of clothing up to Audrey’s apartment in Rogers Park. She just so happens to live down the street from Dana’s new place! It was so nice to be somewhere else for a moment after all the crazy of apartment hunting, packing and moving. During our time in Rogers Park, I ran along the lakefront path, Jeff visited his cousin Nick and his wife Becky every Sunday at the Rogers Park Farmers Market, we discovered new coffee shops and restaurants, getting to work was a breeze but getting home from school wasn’t so fun commuting with everyone who was getting off of work by the time I was getting out of class. Living with Jeff was smooth sailin'. I was expecting some kind of transition phase where we were getting used to each other’s habits and such but nope, it was as if we’ve been doing this all along. I would feel my entire being light up at the sound of his keys in the door when he arrived home from work. We cooked together, talked, watched movies and settled into our temporary space rather quickly. Audrey has two cats, Kitterham Lincoln and LG. Kitter was not pleased to see us. Most of our time together was spent watching him hiss at us until I left for Ireland to attend Kat’s wedding and upon my return, Jeff and Kitter had totally bonded. Ireland was beautiful. I spent the day in Atlanta with my family before flying out to Dublin with Kat's parents. From there her dad drove us three hours north to Limavady, the quiet, tiny little town Kat's now-husband Gordon is from. I was there for five days. The weather was gross except for the day of the wedding. (Jeff's 34th birthday)The sun came out and blessed us with slightly warmer temperatures and beautiful pictures. The next day we went on an epic tour with the best man, Keith. He drove all the Americans around showing us all sorts of interesting places such as Giant's Causeway and the Buschmills Inn. I went to sleep at 11:00pm and woke up at 2:30am to drive back to Dublin with some friends so we could fly back to Atlanta. I don't remember the last time I was that tired... October came in a blink of an eye. Jeff, his cousin Nick and I moved our stuff out of storage and into our apartment. I stayed in Rogers Park for another week to take care of the cats as Audrey was still out of town. Jeff’s mom flew in for a brief visit and at the end of the week, I had moved out of Audrey’s and into our place. A few days later I turned 31. Things were still effortless. My parents came and helped us paint our living room a week after my birthday. Jeff and I began the never ending search for more furniture as I was dying to get rid of the couch I brought with me that was left over from my first Chicago apartment. We settled in nicely, thankfully agreeing on how we wanted things done and slowly getting unpacked. I was thrilled to be taking the high speed train to work and to brew my own coffee at home after Jeff taught me how to do it the way he does it at work instead of getting up crazy early and heading downtown every day.