4 years ago today, we saw the aurora borealis in Iceland. Well…more accurately, 4 years ago today we got back to civilization and the internet and were able to post about how we saw them. Haha.
That light off to the side is the little cabin we were staying in. That was an incredible trip. We desperately need to plan another adventure trip.
This bridge always brings up a very specific memory for me. When traveling on 70 East, you cross this bridge to get into Boone County. Back in 2002, I spent the better part of three days stuck in a moving truck with G and our mini dachshund puppy on our move from Los Angeles to Columbia, MO. I remember crying when I saw this bridge because I knew we were almost home. I knew our good friends were impatiently awaiting our arrival, and that a new chapter of my life was about to begin. I get all the feels whenever I cross this bridge.
Which I sent him after our afternoon at the hotel. It eventually became the recessional at our wedding. It started playing right after we kissed, and it was fucking perfect.
That’s the name of the playlist we’re listening to right now. This song is on it. It’s the first song I sent D as an “I love you” text back when I wasn’t supposed to love him, but I really, really did, and even more so now, over six years later.
Throwback Thursday: Tell us about the year this photo was taken.
May 2006. My law school graduation. I spent the entire summer studying for the bar. I was sworn in sometime in October. I spent the winter doing doc review while I looked for a job.
James, Carrie, Brad, me, and Grant. That was my crew.
Something was scratching at the bedroom window trying to get in. An animal I’m guessing. My husband woke up and scared it away.
I’m reminded of way back in the day, when I lived in Santa Barbara, and my friend James, who was visiting, exclaimed, “I don’t know what kind of wild life you have around here!” after being startled by a Siberian Husky whom he mistakenly thought was a wolf. (I still find this hilarious 16 years later, though I understand. You had to be there. Lol).
The thing is…I do know what kind of wild life they have around here, and I don’t want it coming inside. Haha.
while packing up the office.
to when I created this playlist back in 2012. It used to make me cry. I haven’t listened to it in years.
Now in 2018? Singing along and enjoying myself. I’ve missed these songs. This is a solid playlist!
Oh and in case you want to know what else is on it:
I’ve started packing up some of the stuff in my office. I mean…we have to be out of here by September 1st, and even though we have no place to go as of yet, that doesn’t mean this shit doesn’t have to get packed up.
I dug into the beautiful antique cabinet that I rarely venture into. In fact, I think it has been at least two years since I last peeked inside. It held three decorative boxes filled with pictures, scraps of paper, mementos. Things mostly forgotten about that likely need to be purged.
I did come across two things that surprised me a bit.
- I found my ex-husband’s birth certificate. It was in a manilla envelope along with my own. I suppose I should give that back, huh? I have no doubt I took it from him long ago for safe keeping. I swear, that man would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his body.
- Even weirder to find? A note from my now husband and his then wife from way back in 2012. They sent me flowers when my step-father died. The note is sweet and cutesy. I remember thinking it was a classy thing to do. Now? I see it and feel awed at how much time can change things. I went to throw it away, but couldn’t do it for some reason. So I guess someday I will stumble upon it again. I wonder what will be going on in my life at that point.
Packing this room up is bittersweet. This office holds so many memories. My law firm has been in this building for 7 years. I’m going to miss it very much. At the same time, I’m looking forward to a change. Things have gotten stagnant. It’s time to mix things up.
Ever since our very first overnight trip together, to fucking Hannibal of all places, we’ve made a point of buying the tourist pics, and we’ve never regretted it. Even when they’re cheesy as fuck, like these.