tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82882919959946949622024-02-18T17:48:41.397-08:00Brandon and CaitlinCaitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-85868117955554643332016-05-11T14:27:00.001-07:002016-05-11T14:27:46.387-07:00New blog.For those of you who don't have Facebook or Instagram, I thought I would post this information here. I have a new blog! Blogging is something that I have always loved doing, so I thought it was time that I put a little more stock into the appearance and namesake of the blog. The new blog can be found <a href="http://www.freckleeyefancy.com/">here</a>. Brandon came up with the name, Freckle Eye Fancy. I follow a blog titled Barefoot Blonde, so he took a similar idea and applied to it to me, because of the freckles in my eyes. It's laughable though, because I'm definitely the opposite of fancy.<br />
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Anyway, the blog will be the same as this one, just with more posts about more things, and it looks prettier too! For family that gets emails every time I post, there is a spot on the homepage where you can subscribe for updates, so it will send you an email every time I post something!<br />
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Be sure to check it out so you don't miss anything!Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-63214881206041518612016-05-10T12:40:00.000-07:002016-05-10T12:40:05.815-07:00An ode to my first novel.I started writing this novel on April 17, 2015. I only know that because I just looked, I wanted to know how long I have been working on this dang thing. It was slow going in the beginning, because it was nearing the end of the school year, and I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do with it. Like, I wanted to write the book, but how? How does someone just sit down and pound out 100,000 words, coherent words, and string them together to make sentences and chapters? That's not even possible!!!<br />
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Then in the summer, I kind of hit my stride. I was spending eight hours a day in a classroom, basically just sitting there, so I used the time to write. And when I say write, I mean physically writing. I have an entire notebook full from all the things I wrote last summer just sitting in my nightstand, waiting to either be burned, or put up in a museum. (side note: carrying a notebook with Taylor Swift's on it around a high school does not make you feel as cool as you probably think it should). And then, of course, school started again, and then we got busy and then the move...just a lot of things that were more important than writing. So for a long time it just seemed like a never-ending project.<br />
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But I finished it today.<br />
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I know it needs to be edited and read by other people and re-edited and maybe it won't go anywhere. But I freaking wrote a book. I feel like for a person to write a book, they have a ton of feelings and words to put on paper, and I thought I had a lot of both those things, but think about people who write more than even five or ten books! That's so crazy! And so time-consuming and imagination consuming...I guess I have a lot more respect for the process now that I have finished mine.<br />
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Anyway. I wanted to get all these thoughts out, because writing this book has been sort of therapeutic for me. There were days that it left me feeling sad and drained, and there were days that I was elated after spending hours on a certain scene. I keep telling people that I couldn't wait to finish it, because all I wanted to do was print it off and burn it. And now it's done and I am thoroughly looking forward to roasting a marshmallow over the pages.<br />
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I'm not going to say what it's about, you can find out if it ever gets published, but I don't even care about that. When I was little, it was always a goal of mine to write a book, and now I can say that I did it. It took me just over a year, but it's done.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-75158179921101387672016-04-27T08:04:00.001-07:002016-04-27T08:04:29.271-07:00A Grand Adventure.I had to write this post a day in advance so that I could compose my thoughts well enough that any single person who is not me can actually understand what I am saying. And rereading it this morning, I see that I didn't do a very good job haha. Here's the thing: I'm pregnant and my brain has turned to mush. Literal mush. Sometimes I feel like I'm lucky to be able to string together five cohesive words in a day.<br />
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Let's start with the whole "I'm pregnant" thing: I'M FREAKING PREGNANT! We had been trying for a while, and things just weren't working out, so we kind of just assumed it wasn't in the cards at this point. Then we moved to Utah and I drank the water, and if you've ever been to Utah you know what the water does to the women around here. It feels like literally everyone is pregnant. Just in the past three weeks I can think of at least five people who have announced their pregnancy on Facebook. But how fun will that be for our little nugget?! So many potential friends for them! A few details:<br />
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1. As of today we are thirteen weeks along. We decided to wait until now, just because of the whole risk thing, but I am honestly surprised that I haven't badgered Brandon more about telling everyone early. He was the first one to know, and then I told a few of my friends, then after what seemed like a million years we <b>finally</b> told our families, but I am happy for word to finally be out. Not that it makes a difference that the whole world knows, but it will be nice for it to not be a secret anymore.<br />
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2. We are due November 2nd which seems like a couple thousand years away at this point, but I know it will go quickly. We are mostly just ready to start buying stuff and start prepping, but even now feels a little early.<br />
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3. Food cravings/aversions are weird and I sort of hate them. I love eating, so I hate not knowing what to eat/feeling like I don't actually want to eat anything.<br />
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So far, I feel like I have been pretty lucky when it comes to symptoms. I haven't been sick at all, just nauseous, so that is a huge blessing. I have mostly just been super tired, and keep waiting for that stage to go away, but then I remember that I'm going to be tired for the rest of my life, so I just keep chugging along!<br />
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Sometimes it still doesn't feel real, and I feel like I'm just this big hypochondriac that is making up all these ill symptoms, but then I see the ultrasound posted on the fridge and remember that the tiny thing is inside me all the time. It's the weirdest, coolest thing I think I will ever experience. Which is actually what I think I said about the catacombs in Paris too, but being pregnant definitely wins. We can't wait to meet our little nugget!!Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-52204040739870020842016-04-26T12:02:00.002-07:002016-04-26T12:02:43.876-07:00Family Vacay.I'm not quite sure how I overlooked this, but somehow I never blogged about our short vacation in California with my family. My spring break was a measly Thursday-Sunday, and we were originally planning to go to Boise to visit the fam, but easily changed our plans (because California, duh) when they invited us to join them the last half of their spring break in Anaheim. We flew in late Wednesday night after our flight had been delayed, which is seemingly becoming the norm for us and I don't like it. <i>Anyway.</i> The whole family-parents, brothers, grandma, and girlfriends-all piled in the expedition and met us at LAX. My favorite thing was the cargo carrier they had attached to the back of the car; it just made me think of all those family vacation movies, where there's just too many people and suitcase and not enough space. I could not stop laughing. I probably was mostly delirious from flying so late.<br />
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That first night was my mom's birthday, and the next day was my grandma's birthday! She had wanted to go to Disneyland, so we all woke up bright and early to make it to the happiest place on earth! The park was pretty busy, considering it was probably most of the country's spring break, but we didn't have to wait in line for anything longer than 45 minutes. We rode all the best rides, ate all the necessary foods (dole whips, Mickey pretzels, and Mickey ice cream bars) and had some good old-fashioned family fun. My parents even treated us all to lunch at The Blue Bayou inside of Pirates, and it was <b>amazing</b>. I had this sandwich that came with three different sweet sauces to dip it in...I still dream about it all the time. It had been a while since we had done Disney with my family, so I was happy that we were able to go and have a magical day.<br />
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The next day was Adrian's birthday! My baby bro is eighteen now...weird. He wanted to spend his special day at Six Flags, so the adventurous group (everyone besides mom and grandma) went and rode rides, ate more great park food, and spent time in the warm sunny weather. That night, per Adrian's request, we had Panda Express for dinner and watched Modern Family in the hotel room while we ate.<br />
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The morning after, my family got on the road early to make half the drive back to Boise. It was a quick trip with them, but we were happy to have some time with them! Our flight didn't leave LA until five that night, so Brandon and I spent most of the day shopping and eating at Downtown Disney. We bought our traditional Mickey caramel apple, and spent hours searching for a puzzle we had seen in the park, but so stupidly waited to buy until our time in Downtown Disney. We never did find the puzzle, but we did get sunburned from spending so much time just hanging out outside.<br />
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I wish we lived closer to Disney, we would totally get annual passes and go all the time. We are going back over Memorial Weekend with our friends, and this time are doing California Adventure, and also Wizarding World! Now that Wizarding World is open in California, maybe we'll splurge and get annual passes to both anyway. We'll see what happens.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-38535200056783828422016-04-11T15:10:00.000-07:002016-04-11T15:10:02.156-07:00six years later.Today is the anniversary of something randomly wonderful for me, something that I feel like needs a blog post dedicated to it. I can't even write this post without getting sentimental and making the whole experience seem like a bigger deal than it probably is to most people, so sorry in advance for making it sound like the most magical thing in the world.<br />
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Six years ago today I had my first day of work at the movie theater. It was meant to be just a second summer job, something else to occupy my time in addition to my library shifts and help me earn extra money to put toward a new car. By the end of my first shift, I could tell that not only was it going to be a super fun second job, but also that it was probably going to change my life somehow.<br />
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It was so much fun working with as many people as I did, and meeting a whole new group of people my own age. I made a lot of friends quickly, and developed a strong friend base that I hung out with the good majority of that summer and fall. The job allowed me to develop a life outside of campus life, and start fresh with new people, which allowed me to be myself and not feel like I didn't live up to the standard of "good enough" which is how I felt during the school year. I fit right in at the theater, and being myself was good enough.<br />
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The environment at the theater was loud and crazy compared to the nice quiet that I had at the library every day, and I loved it. We were a well-oiled machine that got to hang out with friends (each other) in between sets, and have free popcorn and soda as often as we wanted. And free movies was a perk too. I went to movies all the time with my new friends, and felt so at home. It was like a tiny piece of my heart had been saved for me there, and I got it back when I started the job.<br />
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That summer at the movie theater led to some of the worst, and the best times of my life. It was supposed to be a four-month job, but I ended up being there for sixteen months. Without the theater, I wouldn't have figured out what I wanted to do with my life. I probably would still be struggling through a Spanish Ed. degree, hating life. Without the theater, I wouldn't have met Brandon, and I don't even need to go in detail about what a wonderful thing that is.<br />
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To sum it up, I just am really grateful for the start of a super important time in my life. I think back on those days a lot, and I honestly am not sure where I would be without them.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-26449648818596091512016-03-02T09:13:00.002-08:002016-03-02T11:41:22.431-08:0025There comes a point in every woman's life when she starts denying her true age. I think I've been there for about three years now, but I'm seriously freaking out about turning 25 tomorrow. Just last week I was mistaken for being in high school! I don't want to be that young again, but 25 just sounds like a defining point in life. Like, by the time you are a quarter of a century old, you probably should have life figured out and have your crap together. And I definitely don't. I have been watching this show Younger, and on there the girls are 26 and have actual careers. And on the Bachelor (because reality tv is the best thing to compare your life to) the women are generally 24-26, but they look their age and seem well put together, and mostly I'm just wondering when all that is going to happen for me. At what age am I going to feel like "yes, I am this age. I feel confident enough to tell people that I am this age and feel that my life accomplishments are equal to my number of years of being on this earth."<br />
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When I did my internship at Sky View, I remember thinking that all the high school girls were so put together and confident. How the heck did I miss that stage in high school? I feel like I have grown into that just within the last few years, but it is still something I am working on every day. If people can master that at the age of 17, I should have it down by now too, right? I guess that's where the real struggle with my age comes in-I just feel a few years behind. Pretty soon I'll be thirty, and that's like real adult years, and I just don't know that I'm ready for that yet.<br />
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In light of year 25 being sort of a big one, I have decided to write down 25 goals. Some of them are small and petty, and some are things that I feel like I am sort of doing already, but putting things in writing always makes them more important, right? So here we go.<br />
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<li>Finish my book-I have been working on this dang thing since April and it's about time I finish it. I am in the preliminary editing stages now and am just over a third of the way through. It's strange to think that soon I will be done, and handing it off to other eyes for editing. On that note...</li>
<li>Stop being so hypercritical of my work. Whether it is with my writing, craft projects, decorations in our house, anything, I constantly feel like anything I create is not good enough for other people to see. I need to start recognizing when I have done a good job and just let that be enough.</li>
<li>Be excited for other people. I already love getting excited for other people and their exciting decisions in life, but I recently read a blog post by a girlfriend of mine (<span style="color: black;"><a href="http://allmybestregards.blogspot.com/2016/02/good-for-you-not-for-me-essay.html"><span style="color: black;">read it here</span></a>)</span> and have gotten really into the idea of "squad." Just having each other's backs and being supportive of people even if their decisions are different than your own. The beauty of life is that we can all be individuals and still support each other.</li>
<li>Travel more</li>
<li>Exercise more-and I don't mean like go to the gym every day, but get fit in my own way. Dancing, running, simply getting out and doing things instead of sitting on my butt in front of the couch with some Ben & Jerry's in hand. Although there will be plenty of days for that too.</li>
<li>Don't be so quick to say no.</li>
<li>Don't be so quick to write myself off.</li>
<li>Be up for adventures.</li>
<li>Stop stressing about the little things.</li>
<li>Know my strengths.</li>
<li>Take more pictures.</li>
<li>Ignore the haters.</li>
<li>Go to more concerts.</li>
<li>Maintain strong relationships with my family even though we live in different cities now.</li>
<li>Let the positive things people say about/to me affect me more than the negative.</li>
<li>Allow time/room for myself in my own life. I have a tendency to put other people's needs above my own, which is a good thing, but I need to allow myself to do things too!</li>
<li>Make decisions when it is important to do so.</li>
<li>Try new things. But when I say things I mostly mean food.</li>
<li>Cook more and try new recipes.</li>
<li>Cook more big meals on the weekends with Brandon. Cooking is one of our favorite things to do together, and we definitely don't do it enough.</li>
<li>Laugh more.</li>
<li>Stop being defensive before I need to be.</li>
<li>Continue learning French.</li>
<li>Read more.</li>
<li>Surround myself with people who allow me to be myself and don't make me feel insecure. And also stop allowing other people to make me feel insecure.</li>
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I don't know that I have a good feeling about year 25, but I haven't had any bad years so far, so bring it on world. Teach me new lessons and continue to mold me into the adult that I someday may be. Here's to getting old(er).</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-36493739866943972742016-02-11T11:06:00.001-08:002016-02-11T11:06:32.462-08:00sojo and hocho.I have officially lived in Utah (again) for eleven days now, and in my time here I have learned/relearned a few things:<br />
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<li>Utah is freaking cold. At least this part of it is. Everyone always said that Salt Lake and Boise were similar temperature-wise and I believed them but they lied!! It snowed for like four days straight last week and just overall has been very cold. A lady I work with told me that this is normal for Salt Lake, but they haven't had a "normal" winter in like ten years, so maybe this is just a fluke. Who knows.</li>
<li>I can drive as fast as I want to work and will literally <b>never</b> get pulled over because there will always be someone driving faster than me.</li>
<li>It's nice to live by friends.</li>
<li>The mountains are so big and beautiful!! I don't feel quite as caged in by the mountains in Salt Lake as I did in Logan, so I'm very happy with them.</li>
<li>If you are ever feeling homesick, go to Walmart. They are all mostly the same, so you can walk around and forget where you are while you are buying your self-pity pint of Ben & Jerry's. Side note: the walmart by my work puts the ice cream <b>at the back of the store</b>. What kind of sick joke is that? It's already bad enough that I'm going through self check out with literally only two pints of ice cream in hand, but to make me do the walk of shame all the way back to the freezer section and then back up to the front of the store?? Talk about kicking a lady while she's down. Geez.</li>
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Those are just some random things. Really though, our time here has been good so far. We have been living with Brandon's uncle, and have hopefully not been too much of an imposition. He has a mini schnauzer, and we have our two cats, so it's basically just hilarious to watch them interact. Brandon and I have stayed busy with our free time too, trying to make the time pass quickly so we can get to move-in day! We have seen three movies, spent our two Mondays watching The Bachelor (he's so good to me but Kayla I miss you!!), went to the Ice Castles in Midway, watched the Super Bowl with friends, have eaten out far too much, and sometimes we just drive to explore our new area. Where we live, and also where our new house is, is called South Jordan, or SoJo, if you are hip. I have never actually heard anyone call it that, but there is a SoJo Dental down the street from our house, and I think it's funny. </div>
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Our house is about five minutes away from where we are staying now, so all the places we have been frequenting (Costa, Walmart, movie theater) will all still be our regular places once we move. The Walmart and Costa are about three minutes away from our house, and then there is a big shopping/dining/entertainment complex about seven minutes away, so everything is very close. It's a bit different than where our house in Boise was at in relation to everything! It takes me ten minutes to get to work, and about thirty five minutes for Brandon, which isn't terrible considering how far away we are from Salt Lake and also morning traffic. We could have lived closer, but when we came to explore the area we sort of just fell in love with South Jordan, and my job gave us the excuse to live here, so it all worked out!</div>
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My job is going well-I work with lots of great people (people my own age!) and I like what I do. I haven't worked directly with students with disabilities before, so this is different for me, but they are super fun. I definitely miss Lewis and Clark though. I miss what I did, the staff, and the students for sure. I'm still adjusting to this new position, but they love me, so I guess I'm doing something right.</div>
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Brandon starts a ten-day training session on Monday, and then after that he will be able to start doing some real work. He has been job-shadowing up until now, and I know he is excited to delve into it!</div>
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We sign our closing documents this afternoon and are more than ready to get the keys and move all our stuff in. Everyone is welcome to come help us move, and also to come stay with us anytime!</div>
Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-42053317917155033342016-01-29T10:21:00.004-08:002016-01-29T10:21:44.631-08:00the waterproof mascara daysIf you know me well, you know that I can cry at the drop of a hat. Happy movie, boom. Tears. Something sad happens in life, more tears. Someone gives me a cookie, floodgates open. Okay, I'm exaggerating on that last one, but you get the gist of it. When Brandon came home last weekend to help me pack up the house a bit, I knew that it was the start of an emotional nine days. Once we started taking the decorations off the wall, the house didn't quite feel like home anymore. I started crying, and I'm pretty sure I haven't stopped since. And thus the waterproof mascara days were born.<br />
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It has been relatively easy to not be sad about the whole move, because I just don't think about it and then I'm fine. And luckily, I have been busy enough with packing and running errands and social events that there hasn't been much time to think about it. But I'm starting to let myself think about it more and more, and I feel like I can justify being sad because I have been really good about keeping it together. But it sucks, I can't lie. And for some reason, during all these social things I have been doing, I find myself (multiple times) breathing in the reality that it's probably one of the last times I will be doing that specific thing. It's a bittersweet feeling, because I sit there smiling, realizing how lucky I am to have these people in my life, and then I just start crying because I don't want to leave them.<br />
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The whole process has been like slowly ripping off a Band-Aid. We found out six weeks ago that we would be moving, so I've had six weeks to slowly, very slowly, say goodbye to our life here. Even though Brandon had to leave earlier than I did, I envy the fact that he just got to leave. We had his last day of work, we packed him up, and then left the next day for Salt Lake. I have been saying goodbye to my coworkers, my family, and the house for a long time now, and I am honestly just ready for it to be over. I'm ready for one last, big cry, so that I can just start the grieving process and let the feeling of missing people slowly start to fade.<br />
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A few things.<br />
-Last week a friend at work sent out an invite to the entire staff for a going away mourning/celebration on my behalf. So many people showed up, and it was one of those times that I just kept thinking about how lucky I was, and how much I am going to miss all my co-workers. They have taught me so much, and have helped shaped me into the "professional" (if I can even call myself that-because also I spelled professional wrong the first time I typed it) that I am in the school system.<br />
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-I said goodbye to two of my coworkers yesterday, and it was terrible. One just kept telling me not to cry, which almost made it worse, except he's a big, scary cop so I decided to listen to him.<br />
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-I finally got a girlfriend in Boise for a little bit, and said goodbye to her and her husband last night too. We had bachelor nights for the last few weeks, and are already planning to Skype as we watch it through the rest of the season.<br />
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Today is my last day working at Lewis and Clark, and I am so sincerely sad. The people here are some of the kindest, funniest, hardest working people I know, and I am so lucky to have had the chance to work with them. I can only hope that the next chapter of my life provides me with people who are as wonderful as the ones here.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-56683765512920254022016-01-11T11:30:00.001-08:002016-01-19T10:29:07.674-08:00On 2016 and moving to UtahThis post is two-fold: a combination of my goal(s) for this year and my thoughts on this new phase of our lives. Bear with me, as this post is probably going to get deep, and a <strike>lot</strike> little emotional. <br />
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We hadn't planned to go down to Salt Lake this last weekend (together, that is. Brandon was planning to move down on Sunday) until halfway through the week. On Wednesday last week I got a call about a job interview on Friday. On Thursday, the day we were leaving to drive down, they called and scheduled my interview earlier in the day. Then later, I got a call about another interview just a little after the original time of my first interview-it wouldn't have worked out had the first interview not been moved. Talk about good timing. So we drove down Thursday night, made it barely before the snow, and woke up early the next morning for my interviews. Brandon was the sweetest guy and drove me all around and hung out in the car while I was inside. The first interview was at 8:00, the second at 10:30, and then we had an appointment with a realtor at 12:30. We got a little lost, and at 12:30, we weren't at the meeting spot, but the phone rang, and I was offered a job at the first place I interviewed at (more on that later). I literally started crying when I hung up the phone because everything just seems to be falling into place with this whole move. <br />
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Brandon had applied for more than 300 jobs in Boise since the time we moved here, and was offered two of them. He applied for just one in Salt Lake, and it was offered to him. We put our house up for sale after only living in it for seven months, and it sold within a week. I interviewed for three jobs, and got the one I was most excited about. And the job is in the area we liked the most (even though it wasn't the most logical choice for Brandon's commute), so that allowed us to look for a house in an area we loved. We house hunted all day Friday and Saturday and were feeling so defeated, like nothing was going to work out. The very last home we saw was one we had forgotten about, even though when we originally looked at the listing, we were SO excited. Like, I texted Brandon in all caps and multiple exclamation points when I saw it for the first time. And it did not disappoint. We have a tendency when apartment/house hunting to sit down in the place we feel most comfortable. After twenty minutes of us sitting on the floor, I pointed this out to Brandon, and we went and put an offer on the home.<br />
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People keep asking how I am doing with this whole thing, and my answer is typically "if I don't think about it, then I'm fine." And that is true for the most part. When I start thinking about things, like how I won't get to hang out with my family whenever I want, and how much I am going to miss them, and our cute little house, and all the people I work with, I get sad. And then I cry. My goal this move is to shed as few tears as possible. I hate change. I love trying new things, but I hate situational changes. I don't cope well with them. I'm not sure where the issue spawned from, but every time a major change happens, I feel like I'm going to lose something. For example, every single time Brandon and I have moved, I feel like he won't be moving with me, like we won't be married anymore. I know it is a crazy thought to have, but it happens every time. When we were moving out of our first apartment, I cried every time I packed up a picture of us. This time, though, even though I'm saying I'm just not thinking about it, I mostly just feel a weird sense of calmness. Like something is telling me that it's not going to be easy, but that it's going to be okay.<br />
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I lived in Utah (Logan) for four and a half years before moving back to Boise, and for probably three and a half of those years I was severely depressed. It's not something I talk about a lot, because I hate to think about it, but it influenced my life in a lot of ways, both good and bad. My biggest hesitation with ever even considering moving to Salt Lake was that it would end up being very similar to my time in Logan (I was nervous about the negatives, obviously, not the positives). I think a lot of people were quick to jump on my back about not wanting to move back to Utah, because being from Utah or having lived so many years there, they loved it and couldn't see why someone wouldn't want to live there. No one needs to know every tiny detail of what made up the dark years, but I can tell you that it's hard to imagine living in a place that sucked every desire of being alive straight from my body.<br />
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People will say "good things happened too, focus on the good things!" Trust me, I've tried. I recognize the good things, I really do, but a mind molded by depression doesn't always work that way.<br />
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Luckily, Brandon's interview process was a long one, and that gave me plenty of time to come to terms with the fact that this was probably going to happen, and also to flip my attitude from nervousness about the move to excitement for Brandon. And I'm slowly getting to excitement for myself. The job opportunity itself is too great to turn down, but this is going to be a fun new chapter of our lives together, too. We will be in a new place with friends, finally, and I am so excited about it. I have felt a lot of peace knowing that on the hardest days I will have at least two friends I can turn to, two friends that helped me through the hardest days and that I know will love me unconditionally no matter what I feel. <br />
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I'm feeling extremely blessed to not be feeling the anxiety I thought I would experience. Like I said before, something is just telling me that it may not be easy, but that I'm going to be okay.<br />
On our drive to the airport yesterday, I decided I wanted to make a sort of New Years resolution for 2016, but specifically for the move. I'm feeling all sorts of good about it right now, but I know there will be days where I miss every single thing about Boise and just want to lie down and be miserable. So my resolution/statement for the upcoming change is this: <strong>embrace the new with optimism. or at least try.</strong><br />
I was thinking about all the fun things we will get to do-Real games, hiking, Jazz games, Park City whenever we want, exploring different areas of Utah, and being closer to places we weren't able to go as often as we wanted as students-and I was thinking about how much I want to love all those things as much as my friends do. I formed my resolution knowing that sometimes, I won't want to enjoy Utah, because I'm stubborn and I hate change, but I at least have to try. A long time ago my dad went through some training thing at work and their mantra was "act enthusiastic and you'll be enthusiastic." It even came with a fun little dance to do while you said it. Brandon, if you read this, force me to do the stupid dance whenever I'm being stubborn. <br />
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I don't feel like I'm setting myself up for negativity every day. I actually am really excited for our new jobs, our new house, to be by friends, and for all the things we get to do (I am compiling a list already). But I'm writing this post now to remind myself that on those rare days when I'm not excited, it's okay to just try and be optimistic. Because leaving things behind is hard, and it's okay to be sad, but it's not okay to give up and write off all the opportunities that are placed in front of me. <br />
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All that being said, this move is not just about me, and I hope no one thinks that I think that just through reading this (here, on this blog where I write, and even though it is titled B&C, we all know that I'm the only one that writes and the opinions on here are solely my own). I am super excited for Brandon, who started his new position just a few hours ago. This job will allow so much room for him to grow, and hopefully it will challenge him on a daily basis. And I appreciate that throughout the interview process, he dissected the aspects of the job and the prospect of moving to make sure that it would be good for both of us and our marriage as a collective whole, and not just for his professional life. And I also appreciate that every time I cry about missing my family, he apologizes unnecessarily (and incessantly) and says that he is willing to drive or fly me back every weekend if that's what I want. He's the best husband, and I wouldn't trade him for anything.<br />
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If you are reading this last sentence, congratulations! You have officially made it through the most emotional post I've ever written. Also, sorry. Because sometimes emotional is not fun. But thanks for letting me have this little corner of the internet to shout my thoughts into. It's therapeutic.<br />
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And finally, I am constructing a Utah bucket list. If anyone has anything they think should be on the list, let me know!Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-64977821874993795392016-01-07T14:47:00.001-08:002016-01-07T14:47:18.772-08:00Paris!<div style="border-image: none; clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">
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Paris was an absolute dream! We ate so much delicious food, saw everything we could for the time we were there, and are already <strike>making plans</strike> dreaming of going back! I'm going to try not to write a novel about this trip, because I know I could, so forgive me if I write too much! If you don't want to read the entire thing, here is a shortened version:</div>
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Got to Paris a day late, ate lots of food, saw lots of things, took way too many pictures of the Eiffel Tower. </div>
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Weather-great, low fifties, only rained when we were inside</div>
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Favorite part of Paris-the architecture</div>
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Favorite part of the trip-wandering Paris at night and in the morning before the city woke up</div>
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Favorite food-almond croissant and all the eclairs</div>
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How was the language-great, basically everyone spoke English, and I knew how to say bonjour, merci, and chocolat. So, the important things.</div>
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Was is safe-very! policemen everywhere</div>
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Saturday, Day 1.</div>
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The day after Christmas we slept in, ran to the store to get last minute things, finished packing, and then waited. I swear, it was like Christmas all over again, waiting to leave for the airport. Finally at 12:30, my parents picked us up to take us to the airport. We were afraid it would be busy, so we wanted to get there with plenty of time to check out suitcase and get our boarding passes. Flash forward to 1:10-we are through security and waiting at the gate. So we overestimated the number of people we thought would be there. We grabbed some lunch about thirty minutes before we were supposed to board, then got notice that our flight to Salt Lake had been delayed about thirty minutes. No big deal. Thirty minutes later, and our flight had been pushed back from 3:30 to 4:30. Our flight from Salt Lake to Paris was supposed to leave at 5:10, so at that point, we had would have missed our connection. Brandon got on the phone with Delta and reserved us two spots for a red-eye from SLC to JFK. Come 4:00, the flight had been delayed again, but this time they weren't sure when we would leave. We debated renting a car and driving down to Salt Lake to make that connection to JFK, but decided to wait and see if our flight ended up going out later. </div>
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Eventually, the flight was cancelled and we were put on standby for a 6:00 flight from Boise to Salt Lake, which would have still allowed us to make that connection to JFK. We made friends with a gentleman who lives in New York, and we got really excited about the idea of having a ten hour layover in the city. Not surprisingly, we didn't get on the 6:00 flight. So they put us on a flight out of Boise at 5:30 the next morning, and we left to go pick up our suitcase and go home to sleep. When we got to the Delta luggage claim, we were informed that our luggage had left with the 6:00 flight, and would go to JFK and then to Paris. It wasn't a big deal, because it was one less thing that we had to take home and bring back in just eleven short hours.</div>
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3:30 Sunday morning, we are back at the airport after a short night's rest at home with the kitties. I was happy that our cancelled flight at least happened in Boise where we could go home to our own bed! Some lady in line at the ticket counter told me I was pretty-I told Brandon I thought she was on drugs because no one is pretty at 3:30 in the morning. We got our new boarding passes and got through security and made it onto the plane with no issues!! This flight took us to Minneapolis, where we had an eight hour layover. Once we got there, we left our carry-ons in a locker at the airport and took the subway to the Mall of America! It's huge! There is are roller coasters, a movie theater, restaurants, mini gold, and <strong>tons</strong> of shops. Like, multiple Game Stops and Victoria's Secrets, that's how big it is. It was a great way to get us out of the airport for a few hours. We walked around for about three hours, then went back to the airport to replan our days in Paris, since we were short a day now. The gate we were at had nice booths to sit in, so it didn't really feel like we were just sitting at the airport, which was nice. Finally, we boarded our flight to Paris! It was a long eight hours, and neither of us really slept, but we watched Midnight in Paris and got so excited for everything we were about to see!</div>
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After years on the airplane, we finally landed in Paris! We waited in line at customs for just over an hour, then went to the luggage counter to get our suitcase that should have arrived just three hours before us. Apparently, checked luggage is not allowed in the country until it's owners are there, so our luggage was still at JFK. Thankfully, we had packed almost everything in the two carry-ons we had with us, and the only things in the checked bag were our scarves, extra jackets, facewash, and my conditioner. They took down our contact info and said they would send the luggage as soon as it arrived!</div>
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We had a shuttle scheduled to pick us up the day before, so we had to find someone to call the shuttle service for us. We learned very quickly that most everyone in Paris spoke English (at least the people at the airport) and also that they were very friendly and eager to help. Our shuttle came to pick us up a short while later, and finally <strong>finally</strong> we were at the hotel! Hotels in Europe are smaller than they are here, so while the room wasn't overly impressive, the view most definitely was! If we stepped out onto our tiny balcony, we could see the Eiffel Tower!!!</div>
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-We hurried and freshened up, then went straight to the Louvre! It was amazingly huge. Because we were short on time, we went through and saw the big things in an hour. We saw the Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, and the Winged Victory. I could have spent weeks in there studying all the art!</div>
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After the Louvre, we got some lunch. Brandon had an omlette, and I had a croquet went to the Pantheon. The Pantheon used to be a church, but now just serves as a sort of homage to those who are buried in its crypts (Voltaire, Victor Hugo, Marie Curie, Descartes, and Louis Braille). The Foucault pendulum swings in the Pantheon, which was an experiment done by Leon Foucault that demonstrates the rotation of the Earth. He hung the pendulum and it started swinging and hasn't stopped!</div>
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From there, we went to Notre Dame. We weren't able to go up to the belltower because the workers were on strike, but the cathedral itself was beautiful! While there, we ran into our friends Alyssa and Jake! It was great, because they didn't have easy wi-fi access like we did (we rented a hotspot for the week) so who knows if we would have been able to contact them! After catching up on the travel events, we walked over to Shakespeare and Company, where I bought a tiny book of Shakespeare's sonnets. Fitting, right? Afterward we went to Point Zero, the very center of Paris from which everything is measured. It is just a piece of metal in the ground, but still. Then we went to the 58th floor of the Montparnasse Tower and got a beautiful view of Paris lit up at night. While we were up there, we saw the Eiffel Tower glimmer for the first time! It was great! We found a cute little creperie down the street from Montparnasse and ducked in for some warmth and yummy food! I made a rule that we had to have at least one crepe and one dessert every day, and the crepe could not count as the dessert! It was the best rule I have ever made. Then we walked to the Eiffel Tower to see it lit up in the dark. It was beautiful! After a long 36 hours of traveling, we went back to the hotel and got a good nights rest!</div>
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We woke up bright and early to maximize our time in Paris! We went to Jake and Alyssa's hotel for breakfast, then stopped for an éclair before heading to Versailles. We waited in line outside the palace for about an hour and a half, but there was so much palace to look at just from our spot outside that it didn't get old even for a second! Versailles is grand, that is the best word I can use to describe it. Everything is huge and ornate-gold plated, painted, covered in drapes...I can't even describe it well enough to do it justice. The palace itself was amazing, but I still can't get over how expansive the grounds were! They cover almost 2,000 acres! The crazy thing is, that part of the grounds are just open to the public, so there was a guy canoeing on the water, people riding bikes through...and that is just life for them. It's just no big deal. It was the coolest place I have been in my whole life.</div>
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The line to buy subway tickets back to Versailles was incredibly long at the end of the day, so we wandered the streets and found a patisserie (got another éclair and some macarons!) and then we found a tapas bar. We got some cheese and bread and ate our desserts and it was magical! Also warm. It was chilly for most of the trip, so we layered up, but at this point we still didn't have our luggage with warm clothes, so we did the best we could! When we got back to Paris, we strolled around in the dark. We went to the love lock bridge, which doesn't have locks on it anymore, but there was a little lookout area with tons of locks on it still. We didn't seal our love with a lock, but we kissed there, so that counts, right?</div>
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We were hungry after that so we wandered until we found a café that was still open, and I got the most amazing crepe of my entire life (see pictures). It was seriously so good. Then, because it was almost midnight, we walked to St. Etienne, the church where Owen Wilson gets picked up in Midnight in Paris. Jake, Alyssa, and Brandon were troopers to walk through the cold with me just so I could sit on the church steps and wait for the car!!</div>
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When we got back to the hotel that night, we were hoping our checked suitcase would have arrived, but it hadn't. It was well past midnight, and I was telling Brandon how badly I wish it would show up, but he said it probably wouldn't because it was so late. Five minutes later, the phone in our room rang, and our suitcase had arrived!!! It was a post-Christmas miracle!</div>
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Brandon and I got up early and put on all the warm clothes we could (and I finally got to use all the bathroom products I had packed-yippee!) and headed toward the Eiffel Tower. The street our hotel was on was still fairly quiet, but there was a long line of people waiting to go to the top of the tower. We went all the way up to the very top and it was windy! It was crazy to see Paris from so high up; it just goes on and on forever! It was cool to see all the streets cutting through the buildings that are all relatively the same height. We took lots of pictures from up high. They definitely don't do it justice. We had some beignets and hot chocolate while we were up there, stood on the glass floor, and I think realization finally hit that we were actually in Paris!</div>
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After, we met up with Alyssa and Jake and took a river cruise on the Seine! I loved getting a different view of the city, and I will never get over how beautiful the buildings are. We stopped for a bite to eat (I got another croquet monsieur, I couldn't get enough of them!), then Brandon and I went to Saint Chappelle and saw the most beautiful stained glass windows I have ever seen! Each window depicted a different story from the bible. They have been restoring some of the windows; in the pictures you can see that the right side has been cleaned and restored while the left hasn't. Then we went to the Conciergerie, which used to be a prison. This is where Marie Antoinette was held prisoner during the French Revolution. We only got to see a very small portion of the Conciergerie, but it was very interesting!</div>
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We went and got pizza before heading to our two-hour bus tour around Paris. At some point, I kept falling asleep every time the guide started speaking French. I felt really bad, but it was the first time I had been warm all day and I was so tired! After the tour, we went straight to the hotel to sleep!</div>
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Thursday morning was my favorite morning. We woke up while the sun was still rising and walked the quiet streets of Paris to L'orangerie. There was no one out, and the city was just peaceful and beautiful. We were able to go into the museum as soon as it opened and see eight of Monet's Les Nympheas (water lilies). They are <strong>beautiful</strong>. Totally worth waking up early for and standing in line out in the cold. The floor, walls, and ceilings are white, so the oil paintings stand out as the only color in the room. I could have stayed in there forever.</div>
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Brandon and I went to get tickets for the catacombs, but we had to return later, so we got some breakfast treats while we waited for Alyssa and Jake. We had this almond croissant that was amazing! We still think about it every day! Then we went to the Opera Garnier, but had to go back later for our tour, so then we went back to the catacombs and finally were able to go in! The catacombs were the weirdest, coolest thing I have ever seen in my whole life. There are approximately 6 million Parisians buried (I don't know that that is the right word, but whatever) in the catacombs. We went through a very small portion of the 200 miles of bones, but it was nuts to think that the tunnels just go on forever. We learned that before the catacombs had electricity and before they blocked off a majority of the tunnels to the public, one family got stuck down there for three days. There is a black line drawn on the ceiling in some parts that will lead you to the exit, but the family lost the black line and was stuck down there! So scary!!</div>
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We went back to the Opera Garnier, and were finally able to take a tour. It was beautiful!! The Phantom of the Opera is based in the opera house, and I can see why! It is beautiful and majestic, but there was almost a haunting feeling to it that makes you wonder what secrets it is holding. <a href="http://www.messynessychic.com/2014/08/26/unmasking-the-parisian-phantom-of-the-opera/">This</a> article is really interesting in comparing the events in the novel to facts about the Opera Garnier. I'm obsessed with it. Alyssa and Jake left us for dinner in the Eiffel Tower, so Brandon and I took the subway to the Grand and Petit Palais. We couldn't go inside, but I had wanted to see them, so we went anyway. We then went out to Montmartre, saw the famous steps (didn't walk up them, too tired) and went into Sacre Couer. I know it's not right, but the interior of Sacre Couer sticks out more in my mind than the interior of Notre Dame. There is a dark picture of it amongst all 505 pictures of our trip. We weren't supposed to take a picture, but it was so grand and beautiful that we just had to.</div>
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For New Years Eve dinner, we found a little Italian café in Montmartre. One thing that blew my mind about the whole trip, was how pretty much everyone we talked to spoke English. A couple from the Netherlands sat next to us at dinner, and their common language with the waitress was English. I'm grateful that English is my first language, but I wish I knew more!</div>
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I thought I should get that out of the way before anyone makes false assumptions and gets more excited than they should. However, our news is still exciting!<br />
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Brandon has accepted a job in Salt Lake! He starts on January 11th, and is extremely excited for the opportunity! He will be doing data management, which maybe in itself doesn't sound super exciting, but he won't be working in customer service anymore, which is a really big deal!<br />
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My last day of work (tentatively) is January 29th, and then I will hopefully be able to go down to Salt Lake. I pushed my last day out a ways so we would have extra time that I could find a job, and also so that we can hopefully sell our house by then. It went on the market Thursday, and we have already had two people look at it, so we are feeling good about it so far!<br />
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We are sad to be leaving my family, Boise, and our house, and I am also sad about leaving my job, but we are excited for the adventure! And I am really happy that Brandon has found a job that seemed to fit his area of expertise and interest!<br />
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Once we find a place to live in Salt Lake (besides our temporary cardboard box in Pioneer Park with all the other homeless people), we'll have a housewarming party. Everyone's invited!Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-29759468848510567012015-11-30T12:24:00.001-08:002015-11-30T12:40:38.080-08:00BostonI know I have been saying this every time I post, but time is flying!! I can't believe November is over already and we are heading into December. I feel like the last month was fairly busy, but looking back, it really wasn't. Alyssa left the first weekend of the month, I got sick the second week, Brandon was out of town the third week, Thanksgiving break consumed all of last week, and here we are! To do a little catching up...<br />
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Brandon had the opportunity to fly to Boston to meet his new manager. His company is headquartered in Boston-he and one other person on his team + a small engineering team work here remotely. We decided sort of spontaneously that it would be fun for me to fly out at the end of his week there and spend a few days exploring with him, and it exceeded my expectations! I was so happy that Brandon was able to get out and explore a little before I got there, walking to different restaurants in different parts of the city, but I was more happy that I was able to fully see the city with him! <br />
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I left work early on Friday to catch a flight out at 3:10. And of course, true to holiday travel, we took off 45 minutes late. The Phoenix airport, as it turns out, is the literal worst for catching connecting flights, and I missed the gates closing by seriously about thirty seconds. Thankfully, I had been texting Brandon up until my flight out of Boise took off, and he called and reserved me a seat on a flight out just after midnight. Had he not done that, I wouldn't have gotten out of Phoenix until 10:00 the following morning. The lady at the customer service desk called him the miracle husband, and I agree! I slept for most of my three hour flight to Philly, then had one last hour long flight to Boston. I got there at 9:30 am, and was finally able to see Brandon after a long week apart! <br />
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We started the day off right by heading to Fenway Park! Notre Dame and Boston had a football game there that day, so there were tons of people roaming around and tailgating. From there, we intended to walk east through Back Bay, but we accidentally walked west for about a mile and ended up in some random area of town! There is so much to see that we didn't even care, though. The area we had walked to was less populated with buildings, so we were able to see some of the famous New England color that was left on the trees. When we finally got to the Back Bay area, I was instantly in love. It was like the perfect blend of old and new. The first building we came across was the Boston Public Library-google pictures of it, I guarantee you will not be disappointed. The building itself is a compilation of Parisian, Roman, and Catalan architecture, complete with tall ceilings, statues of line, pillars, and murals that belong in a cathedral. I could have wandered around there for hours...it was amazing! Right across from the library is Trinity Church, old and beautiful. We didn't tour the inside, but the outside was so neat! It was crazy seeing so many buildings that were built so long ago!<br />
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Back Bay is mostly shopping, so we spent our time walking past shops and checking out the old buildings. The neighborhood spits you out at the Boston Common and Public Garden, which are both just a huge park filled with ponds, statues, and probably some pretty foliage during warmer months. We took our time walking through there, saying how often we would be there if we lived in Boston. Brandon actually said he would just live in the park, so if anyone needs Christmas ideas for him, maybe some hobo gloves and a cardboard box to live in or something. On the other side of the Common is Beacon Hill, a drinking neighborhood with a brick sidewalk problem (that was embroidered on a towel we saw in a shop there). All of Beacon Hill sits on a slope. Townhouses line the cobblestone streets, and at the base of the neighborhood, old shops are tucked tightly together. We want to live there, but we also could never afford it-Beacon Hill is the wealthiest neighborhood in Boston.<br />
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After exploring those areas, we took the subway out to Harvard and walked around campus. Those buildings are <strong>old</strong>. It is weird to even think that buildings could be standing for as long as those ones have been. We couldn't go into any of them, because it was a Saturday and they all were closed, but it was still neat to just walk around and see them all. We wandered around Cambridge for a while too. There were lots of restaurants and shops and <u>tons</u> of young people. It was refreshing to be around so many people our age. <br />
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It got dark around 4:45, and we both were dead tired from not sleeping the night before, so we went back to the hotel and napped for a couple hours before heading back out. We went to Boston Burger Co. for dinner. I had a Hawaiian burger, and Brandon had the 420 Burger (no joke). It had fried macaroni, mozzarella sticks, and onion rings on it. After dinner we walked to Quincy Market at Faneuil Hall. Faneuil Hall is like a mall food court (just in a super old, neat building), and there are carts you can shop around at. They'd had a tree lighting just before we got there, so there were tons of people. I still can't wrap my head around how many people live in Boston-it's not that big of a city for how many people are there! From there, we slowly made our way back to the hotel. We wandered through downtown, went to the pier, saw the headquarters for Brandon's work, and walked around the outside of the Boston World Trade Center. <br />
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Boston feels like it should be huge for how many buildings and people there are, but it really isn't all that big. It is super walkable, probably because there is so much to see, but we had no problem walking all over the place. It was really fun, actually, and thankfully, not too cold!<br />
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On Sunday, we walked from our hotel to the Boston Tea Party museum and saw some tea being thrown overboard! I did a big project in fifth grade on the Boston Tea Party, so I am a little obsessed with it. I don't know why, I just am. After that (and breakfast) we took a Duck tour. The Duck is from WWII, equal parts automobile and boat. The first half of the tour, the guide drove us around various parts of Boston, pointing out historic places and teaching us all sorts of things! Our favorite facts were these: Boston has 56 colleges/universities, and the term "Ivy League" comes from the four (IV in Roman Numerals) universities that the league was originally comprised of. The second half of the tour took us out on the Charles (Chahles, if you are a Bostonian) River and we got to see some really pretty views of the city. <br />
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After the Duck tour, we walked the Freedom Trail. It is a 2.5 mile walking tour of historic points in Boston. We saw a few old churches, visited the cemetery where Sam Adams is buried, saw the building from which they read the Declaration, saw Paul Revere's house, and walked all the way up to the top of Bunker Hill Monument! 294 steps all the way to the top. It was a neat experience though. And super emotional too, to think about all the things that were sacrificed and created and dreamt about by the people who made our country a reality. I almost cried like five times haha. <br />
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That night we went to dinner at Elephant and Castle, Brandon's favorite pub in Boston. After, we met one of sorority sisters at the Omni Parker Hotel and had Boston Cream Pie! It was the best thing I have ever had. And it was super fun to see Heidi and catch up on her life in Boston-it made us want to move there even more! Afterward, we hurried back to the hotel to pack, then took the subway back out to Fenway Park to meet one of Brandon's co-workers. We waited for a while, and they never showed up, so we went back to the hotel early. I was bummed that we didn't get to meet up with his coworker, but it was still fun exploring a different part of the city!<br />
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I was sad to leave the next day-it was too short of a weekend! But we made it onto all our flights with no issues, and made it home all in one piece. Quick note on the subway-it was THE BEST THING EVER. I was always worried that I couldn't hack the subway system, but it was amazing. Super easy to use, extremely convenient to get to, and fast! We paid $19 a piece for a ticket, which covered a full week (versus $12 per day) so Brandon used his the whole time he was there, and mine was good for the 2.5 days I was there. I wish every city had a subway system.<br />
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To summarize a long post: Fifty points to Boston. You made my whole year.<br />
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Side note: Many people have asked if we are still going to Paris. After much consideration (and changing our minds once or twice) we are still going!<br />
<br />Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-60316398595082324332015-11-04T07:00:00.005-08:002015-11-04T07:00:53.434-08:00Fall.So September is over. And somehow, October flew by as well. Isn't it crazy how you can feel like you aren't doing much at all, but the days seem to go by in a blur?<br />
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Not too many things have happened, but the few things that have happened are very exciting!<br />
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At the beginning of October, my cousin came to live with us! She is completing her pediatric rotation for PA school here, and it has been a blast having her live with us! We have spent our time catching up, playing Mario Kart, and drinking Stephen's hot cocoa like the good old days. The only downside is that this is her last week. Five weeks have passed already and we have no idea where they went. I'm so sad that she is leaving!! We haven't lived this close to each other for a really long time, but I am so grateful that she had even just one rotation here so we could spend time together!<br />
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Brandon got invited to Boston for a week to meet his new manager and do some work from EnerNoc's office there. He will be going for a week at the end of this month, and I am planning to fly out at the end of his week so we can spend a few days there together! We have been looking at all the things there are to do in Boston, and I am weirdly excited to see all the historic things. There are also some really neat looking neighborhoods in Boston that I am looking forward to walking through. It's not fun to be home by myself for so many days, but we are both super excited to end the week there together!<br />
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We got gym memberships. It's not super exciting, but we have been really good at going at least three times a week, and it makes me feel productive!<br />
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The weekend before Halloween, I gathered the masses and we had a family trip to the corn maze! I was super surprised that everyone's schedules worked out so well, but literally all of us were able to go; Brandon and me, Alyssa and her friend that was visiting, Anthony and Dani, Adrian and Ayden, and my parents. It was so much fun! We split up in the corn maze and had a race to be the first group out, walked through the pumpkin patch to pick out our own pumpkins, raced down the potato sack slide, then ate Taco Bell and carved our pumpkins together. I wish I had pictures to put up, I was so impressed with Anthony and Brandon's pumpkins! <br />
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A few weekends before that, we invited everyone to our house to make caramel apples. They didn't turn out perfectly, but they were still tasty, and it was fun to have everyone together trying something new. And it's magical having a house that has room to actually do these things in!!<br />
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Friday morning last week I woke up at 4:55 to buy tickets for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, a play that is opening at the Palace Theatre in London next summer. When the clock changed to 5:00 (11:00 am London time) we were rolled into an online queue for the tickets. We started out at something like 17,652nd in line. I thought for sure it would take hours and hours to get through the line to be able to buy our tickets, but thankfully it only took an hour, so we were able to get our tickets before I had to leave for work. Tickets were basically sold out through the end of November, so we purchased them for December 27th, 2016. It's so far away that we don't know if we will actually be able to go, but if by some miracle we are, then we have tickets!!<br />
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Like I said, not a ton of things happen, but we have had a really good time these last few weeks. I can't believe that we are already rolling into the Christmas season. It makes me insanely happy, but I am always amazed at how fast time seems to go. It seems like there are always checkpoints that somehow make the time pass faster. Next week I have Veteran's Day off, then the following week Brandon will be in Boston, then the week after that is Thanksgiving, then three weeks left of school, Christmas Break, and then Paris...it's going to be June before we know it!Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-1553666636734332152015-09-02T10:08:00.003-07:002015-09-02T10:08:47.728-07:00September?!I can't believe it is September already! Summer flew by in a fury. I'm already regretting not eating enough sno cone and spending too little time at the pool.<br />
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Brandon and I were both busy working this summer; him, getting acquainted with EnerNoc some more, and me, working at the high school summer sessions. Brandon's family came for a weekend at the beginning of the summer and we had the best time! We ate lots of food, hung out downtown, played games, and the guys were even kind enough to pour an extension of our patio! My favorite part was when we split up, and the guys went to the Harley shop, and us girls got pedicures. That night we went to a baseball game too!<br />
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The following weekend we took Friday off and went to Utah so I could go to the bachelorette party of one of my best friends! We drove down to Logan on Thursday, then Brandon and I spent the day in Salt Lake on Friday shopping and seeing friends. That evening, I dropped him off with a friend and drove to Park City to celebrate with Chelsea. It was nice to see her and spend time with her, celebrating the death of her life as an unmarried lady. We played games, ate pizza, and gossiped. All the best girl things. I left around noon that Saturday to go back to Logan. We had a barbecue that night with Brandon's family, and played games with Jake and Alyssa.<br />
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The weekend after that was the 4th of July and I was so happy to be in Boise for it! We spent most of the weekend with Adrian, since he had just gotten foot surgery and was bored of being at home. On the actual 4th, we went to the Farmer's Market to get crepes, watched the parade-where Anthony and Dani met up with us, and then went to the Chalk Art Festival. Then we all went back to our house for a barbecue and just rested for a while inside away from the heat. Poor Adrian was on crutches and had been sweating up a storm all morning! That night we headed back downtown and found a good place to watch the fireworks that didn't require much walking to get to. Afterwards, we lit off a few small fireworks at my parents house, then called it a night.<br />
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The next weekend was Chelsea's wedding! Brandon and I drove to Idaho Falls Friday night, had breakfast with my grandma, aunt, and cousin Saturday morning, then went to lunch with my other grandma! It was so nice to have some quality time with the family! That afternoon we drove to Wyoming for the wedding. Chelsea was seriously the most beautiful bride. I loved watching the way her and Sam looked at each other, and am dang grateful that she found such a great guy to spend the rest of her life with. Alycia and I were both crying through the whole ceremony because we're suckers for love. We stayed for dinner and dancing afterward. Brandon was kind of third-wheeling it the whole time, but I appreciate him making sacrifices so I can have time with my friends!<br />
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Apparently the weekend after that we were in Boise. I have been chatting with Brandon trying to figure out where we that weekend, and neither of us could remember, but it's because we hardly had a weekend at home all summer that it's weird to think that we were anywhere but Idaho Falls or Logan. I don't remember what all we did, but I do know that we had ice cream on National Ice Cream day, which obviously is the most important. We probably slept a lot, stayed in from the 100+ degree weather, and ate, like we do. UPDATE: We went to a wedding open house for one of my friends! I was so excited that these two were finally getting married so we could have some married friends (or just friends in general) in Boise, but the day of the open house, we found out that they had moved to Utah!! Still excited for them, just a little upset that they moved without telling us haha.<br />
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The weekend of the 24th of July, we went back down to Logan. I had convinced Alycia to go see Cassadee Pope with me for an hour that Sunday. The 24th of July, is a big deal in Utah, so Brandon and I drove down that Thursday night, and he took Friday off so we could go to the parades and fair events celebrating the 24th. We got to hang out with Austin and Caroline for most of the day Friday, then went to the fireworks that night with Alyssa and Jake. On Saturday, we did all the French things with Alyssa and Jake, including crepes, seeing the opera La Boheme, and planning our trip to Paris. More on that later. On Sunday, Brandon drove me to Salt Lake to meet up with Alycia, and he went to a movie and a park while she and I went to the concert. It was amazing to be able to see her perform exactly a year after I had seen her live and met her for the first time. The best part was meeting her (again) after she performed. I think Alycia about died when she told us that we were pretty haha. I'm such a crazy fan, but I don't even care. I love her. Brandon and I got back to Boise at about midnight that night, but it was so worth it.<br />
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That week was filled with many mentionable events! Firstly, I had the whole week off, which was super nice. My favorite thing that week was when we went on a quadruple date with my family to see the new Vacation movie. The Vacation movies, specifically Christmas Vacation, is a huge deal in our family, so it was fun that we all got to go see the new one together. My parents, Brandon and me, Anthony and Dani, and Adrian and his new girlfriend (who I LOVE) all went together and laughed our heads off. It was so fun. Brandon and I got our pictures taken that week for our anniversary, and I am in love with them. See the pictures <a href="http://rosienaryphotography.com/new-blog/2015/8/30/uubjrshtqlb4ehsxffp98rtu68ifuv">here.</a><br />
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The last weekend/first day of August, Alycia came to Boise so we could go to the Mountain Home Country Music Festival. We drove back and forth from Boise to the concert Friday, Saturday, and Sunday that weekend, which meant a lot of driving, but also a ton of good talks and much needed time together. We saw Frankie Ballard, Lonestar, Parmalee, Justin Moore, Sara Evans, Brad Paisley, and Blake Shelton! Saturday after Blake Shelton, they turned one of the dance into a giant dance party, so we stayed for that and didn't get home until almost four in the morning! The whole weekend was a blast; so much food and dancing and great music. She had to leave on Sunday before Florida Georgia Line performed, so Brandon met us outside the gates, I swapped cars, and he and I went back in to finish off the night. I love FGL, so I was happy that Brandon was willing to drive the whole way to see them with me!<br />
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The weekend of August 8th, we drove to Idaho Falls with my parents to go to my cousin Abby's wedding. It was so great to see her and finally officially meet her now husband! It was a beautiful backyard wedding; you could just feel all the love from everyone that attended. My cousin Ethan turned 21 that day, so before the wedding we met up with family for lunch and cake to celebrate. That night, his band was playing in a show at The Sickhouse (I'm not even kidding, that's what it was called) and my dad suggested that we all go to the show. The opening bands were full-on screamo, not my thing, but Ethan's band was so good! I'm glad we all went!<br />
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That second week in August, we had two family members get home from their missions: Brandon's brother, Shawn, and my cousin Tyler. That Friday, we drove to Sun Valley to join Brandon's family vacation for a night, and had a great time playing games, eating, and exploring Sun Valley a bit. We left Saturday afternoon to drive to Idaho Falls, where we went straight to a welcome home dinner for Tyler. Anthony and Dani were there too, so we had some good cousin time with both Dylan and Tyler, most of which was spent at Hobby Lobby and Best Buy. We went to the mission homecoming at the church the next day, then Brandon and I went home right after so we could relax a little after being gone so often.<br />
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The weekend after that we went to Logan for Shawn's homecoming. On Saturday, I met Chelsea for lunch and a reminiscent walk around campus, while Brandon went for a long motorcycle ride with James. We had pizza that night with his family, and then went to aggie ice cream and played games with Alyssa and Jake that night. Sunday we went to Herm's with Alyssa and Jake (per tradition), went to the mission homecoming, and then stayed for the luncheon afterward. <br />
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As much as I have sort of disliked being gone every single weekend this summer, it has been fun to spend so much time with Brandon's family and all our friends. We will have many more trips planned out of town over the next two months, including Taylor Swift in Salt Lake on Friday and spending the rest of Labor Day weekend in Logan. I'm not going to lie though, I'm super excited for the opportunity to spend more time in our house just hanging out with each other.<br />
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So Paris. Back in March or April or something, Jake and Alyssa started talking about going to Paris for New Years. We all kind of toyed with the idea for a while, and then they booked their trip! We really wanted to go, but our finances were kind of all over the place after buying the house. Finally after two months of getting back on track and saving a bit, we decided to just book it anyway! Brandon and I will be in a different hotel about a half mile away from theirs, but I'm going to use the misfortune as an opportunity to eat at a different bakery every day between our hotel and theirs. We both are a little nervous, as Brandon has never been off the continent, and the last time for me was with a tour group wherein I was not the adult. But it will be fine! I told Brandon the other day that I feel like Alyssa is the adult that will navigate us all through this, so we are in good hands (Alyssa, don't let me down!). <br />
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I started my new position as registrar a month ago, and so far it has been great! I love being able to interact more with the students, staff, and even parents! It's fun to have different things to do every day and see aspects of the school that I didn't see last year.<br />
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<br />Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-19648292125455238152015-09-02T08:32:00.002-07:002015-09-02T08:32:56.568-07:00Summer SchoolI spent my summer at Rocky (my high school) working with the English Language Learners in summer school. It was pretty low-key: I went to class with the students for five hours and helped them when they needed it, then spent the last three hours in a classroom tutoring/hanging out with a few kids until they left at the end of the day. It was cool to be back in my high school (in my old English classroom with my former English teacher, no less!), but it was definitely weird too. So many teachers were confused at the fact that I wasn't a student; I got stopped on my way into the teacher's lounge more than once. And none of the students believed me until I showed them my badge. Summer school is just a different crowd all together, which means lots of discipline issues, but the students didn't even take me seriously when I asked them to not climb on the stair rail because my face looks like it belongs in middle school. Ridiculous.<br />
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Overall though, it was a great experience. I enjoy working at the middle school, but it was nice to be with the high school students for a change. It's kind of fun to watch them figuring out who they are, and making decisions about where they want to be in life. One student that I developed a good relationship with (a refugee child that doesn't have a stellar support system at home) told me that he wants to be a pharmacist when he grows up. I felt so much pride that a student who had just finished his freshman year of high school could have such lofty goals. Before he told me this though, he said "promise you won't laugh?" It broke my heart to think that someone else had laughed at this student's goals, and that he thought it would happen every time he shared his ambitions. For the rest of the summer, I did my best to show him that I supported him in every dream he pursued. It was definitely eye-opening. I am very fortunate to come from a family that loves and supports me in everything I do, and to have parents that taught me that nothing is impossible without hard work. The majority of these summer school kids don't have that at home, and I wanted to be that for them while I could.<br />
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With that, though, came a hard realization: there is a limit when it comes to caring. I have always known that I care too much about people; no matter what I do, it just happens. But there would be days in this job that I was so frustrated because all I wanted was for the students to care about their future as much as I did. Over the six weeks I was there, I had to learn to stop myself when they stopped showing interest. I only interacted with about 30 students, I can't imagine how teachers deal with the frustration of unmotivated students in class after class and year after year.<br />
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I would do it again in a heartbeat, though. Maybe I'm just an optimist, but I really do believe that everyone is capable of great things. Working with these students to help them work toward their academic goals, and realize that they can actually be successful in life, despite what they may think, was a great experience. I have such a natural love for all the students, and want them to know that I will support them in all their positive goals and aspirations.<br />
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Sorry for the sappy post, I just feel so strongly about these kids being happy that it kind of makes me emotional. If you want to hear a ridiculous story, ask me about the time I cried while helping a kid pack up his locker to move to a different one. That was a good time.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-32635946716781441202015-08-27T20:05:00.003-07:002015-08-28T08:57:32.526-07:00AnniversaryBrandon and I celebrated our four year anniversary a week ago today. The evening was filled with Mexican food, Hobby Lobby, and of course, ice cream. A few weeks back, we had a photo sesh with the incredibly talented Rosie Nary to commemorate our four years of love and happiness. The pics can be viewed through the link below. To family who want to order copies, I don't really know how its going to work. The photos were all too big to upload to Shutterfly, so we'll figure something out.<br />
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<a href="https://onedrive.live.com/redir?resid=EC21DBF25DA7ADDB!125220&authkey=!ANF0q4DVQIkJEeQ&ithint=folder%2cjpg">Check out our pictures here!</a>Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-61213327616484134472015-06-10T15:08:00.002-07:002015-06-10T15:08:47.018-07:00on national best friends day.Before delving into the real meaning of this post, gotta give a little update.<br />
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School ended on Wednesday last week, and Thursday was my last official day as Library Assistant. So ends yet another library phase in my life. Friday I spent the day training for my new position as registrar. The current registrar was going to be out of town Monday and Tuesday this week, so I had a nice four-day weekend planned for myself consisting of many sno cones, much book-reading, and a super lot of hours spent by the pool. My body took this small amount of freedom as its own, and by Saturday afternoon I was dead on the couch. Sick. Wee. I have left the house only four times since Saturday, twice for partial-day work related things and twice for food (priorities, right?). I had to miss my first day of summer school today because I woke up still too sick to go to work this morning. What a joke. Thanks a lot body. Jerk.<br />
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And the ladies on the right. Not enough great things can be said about them. The amount of happiness they bring into my life is indescribable. It has been fun to see where life has taken each of us, but I wish it would take us together more often! They are the only people that I can be 100% myself around. They've seen be at my best and helped me through my worst, and I wouldn't be who I am without them! Come visit me!!!</div>
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That being said, today was the second to last day of school. I didn't really think anything of it, because most of the kids I have interacted with this past year are sixth and seventh graders, so I will be seeing them again next year. I didn't think about the fact that I will probably never see any of the eighth graders that I have gotten to know <strong>ever again</strong> until my 5th period student aide stopped at my desk on her way out of the library for the last time. She looked at me and said "thanks for putting up with me all year." I ALMOST LOST IT. Right there amongst all the books, I almost started bawling my eyes out because my witty, sarcastic little eighth grader made a joking comment about our time together this year, and she probably doesn't even know that I'm actually going to really miss her. She really messed it up for the eighth graders I only kind of know but don't see every day (which is most of them), because every time I saw one of them the rest of the day I just kept saying "I can't believe you're going to high school. I'm going to miss you so much. You guys just grow up so fast." And generally it was followed up with "uh...I just wanted to turn my book in..."<br />
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Granted, I am not a teacher. I don't spend all day every trying to wrangle and shape the minds of pubescent preteens who could not care less about what I was saying-I just give them books and take their money when they are irresponsible with said books-but boy, do I love them. I don't know if teachers enjoy their kids as much as I do, maybe for like the first few months, or maybe not at all (kudos to all my teacher friends though, I really don't know how you do it) but I appreciate these students so much just through the little interaction I have with them. They are such special humans, so unique and powerful and driven and determined to get to where they want to be in life. One eighth grader that was on the receiving end of my emotional we'll-probably-never-see-each-other-again spiel, who is kind of a trouble maker and struggles with his grades a bit, responded "Yeah, I'm going to go to high school, then I'm going to graduate high school, then I'm going to go to college, and then I'm going to graduate from college and get a great job." And I almost lost it again. Maybe we don't unfairly judge all the kids, but we sure don't expect as much from them as they are capable of. Great things, magnificent things. So much more than the tiny blip we get from them in a 45 minute period each day.<br />
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When I started this job, I didn't think about the fact that every year in June, I would have to do the one thing that I really probably hate most in life. For some students and all my staff friends (which is all of them), the goodbye is just for the summer. But for other kids, it's more than likely a goodbye forever. But I hope they know that even if I never see them again, never find out where they are at in life, I'll always be their cheerleader, hoping that they are happy, pursuing their dreams, and being the best them they can be.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-62085597498755718972015-05-28T12:56:00.001-07:002015-05-28T13:06:24.428-07:00desserts.The past few weeks have been really stressful.<br />
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We closed, we moved, Brandon went to Boston (and I didn't sleep), he came home, we laid sod, tried to deal with some issues with the house and yard and homeowner's insurance, I interviewed for a job, I helped planned a party for all the kids at school, and now I'm training for a new position while simultaneously trying to finish up all the things in the library for the end of the year. <br />
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Most of the time, I thrive on stress. It kicks me into high gear and I love the adrenaline rush it gives me. I have the drive to get stuff done so I can relax and do my thing.<br />
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And sometimes, I feel like I'm spread too thin. Like no matter what I do with my day or with my life, I will end up disappointing someone, and I hate that. At work, between the growth party, the library and my new position, I barely have time to go to the bathroom. If you know me well at all, you know that I love food and will always make time to eat. Last week I didn't eat lunch twice; that's a big deal. Ha.<br />
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On very very <strong>very</strong> rare occasions, the stress is so overwhelming that I can't handle it and I end up crying in the bathroom at work. Yesterday was one of those days.<br />
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I'm sorry that you have to read this not-so-exciting/informative post. But when I'm stressed, I write, and I finally have some time during my day to just breathe, so this is how I'm using it. <br />
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The majority of people might say "this is adult life. you are busy and sometimes your head falls off but you just have to deal with it." But I like my head properly secured on my body, and I like having time to live and actually enjoy life, not just going through the daily motions of being an "adult." So here I am, trying to figure out what the heck I'm doing with my life and what is going to make me happiest and most successful (in my own views) as a human. I've gone through like seven different life scenarios in the last ten minutes, so if someone wants to just tell me what to do and provide the means to do it all, please do.<br />
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THANKFULLY, there are good things.<br />
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First of all, we adore our house. And the fact that it's <strong>ours</strong>. We laid so much sod a few weeks ago that I wanted to die, but it is so fun looking out the back window window and seeing grass!!! We bought a firepit over the weekend and got to enjoy smores in our own backyard. I really just love it. And the area we live in is so fun too; we are just half a mile away from a fun park with a pond and a playground and pavilions with tables and all the best things. And I just keep thinking about how, if I wanted to, we could have Thanksgiving at our house this year. THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION. I'm just saying it could happen if we wanted it to.<br />
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Second of all, our best friends from Utah came to visit us over the long weekend and we had the <strong>best</strong> time. They got here Friday night, and we spent the whole weekend eating too much food, laughing too much, and talking and just being happy. We never get tired of hanging out with each other and I love that no matter how many days we spend together it just doesn't seem like enough. They found a house down the street from ours that they love, and seriously just thinking about them living so close to us makes me die (in a good way). What a dream that would be!!! We were sad to see them leave on Monday, but we will see them again soon!!<br />
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Thirdly, I got offered the registrar position at the school I work at currently. I am very excited to be more involved in the school, and show everyone exactly what I'm made of. I started learning things a few months ago when I first told the current registrar that I was planning to apply, and I will continue training until about two weeks after school ends. There is a lot to learn, but I feel confident that the job and I are a good fit for each other, and I am so dang excited!<br />
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A few random, happy things.<br />
--Yesterday we got the movie Paddington for $5. It's cute. If you haven't seen it yet, you should.<br />
--Jurassic World comes out in a few weeks and I am ridiculously excited about it.<br />
--We went to Costa on Friday (because when aren't we at Costa) and my baby bro was there eating with his friends. The look on his face when I started waving excitedly was priceless. I love embarrassing him.<br />
--Football season is coming right up and I can't wait. It's actually embarrassing how much I am looking forward to all the games we plan to attend/watch. I'd rather not talk about it.<br />
--I got to see my best friend on Monday and meet her little baby and I love him. He just kept crying, so he might hate me, but I don't even care. I will love him forever.<br />
--The fact that Paddington is at the top of my list is hilarious. I swear, these are in no specific order.<br />
--I have eight books on hold at the public library and three at home already. Life is good.<br />
--I'm making cookies today. Again.<br />
--Other than the fact that most of my hair has fallen out in the last few weeks, I am very happy.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-8943794748491569992015-05-11T11:27:00.002-07:002015-05-11T11:27:49.017-07:00maximum exhaustion.If you don't have a lot of time, or don't care to read a bunch of rambling mumbo jumbo, I highly recommend skipping to the very last page of the post. I will not be held accountable for any feelings of resentment you have toward me for wasting your time with words.<br />
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Monday last week was Brandon's birthday!!! He turned the big 2-7, and we celebrated the best we could with the limited time we had. I made him sticky buns for breakfast on his birthday, and thankfully they actually turned out well considering I had never made them before. We both had to go to work that day, but I leave a few hours before Brandon, so he took a nap between when I left and when he had to leave. After work we went to Main Street Burger for dinner. It was our first time there and it was really good! Then we went mini-golfing and Brandon won (he says I let him win, but really I just suck at mini golf). To finish the night off right, we got Coldstone with my family, then went back to the apartment so Brandon could open presents. It was a great day!<br />
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The following morning things were a bit hectic. We were supposed to close on our house at 9:00 that morning, but the night before we had gotten an email from our realtor that they hadn't received the documents from the bank yet, so our closing might be pushed back. I went to work for a little bit, then we got an email from her saying that we were still on for 9:00. We went and signed the papers, which was the easiest part of the entire home-buying process. Then it was back to work for a day filled with waiting! We had loaded both of our cars up with boxes on Monday afternoon, so after work on Tuesday I went to pick up our keys, then went straight to the house to unload my car. Then went home, loaded up the car again, went to the house, unloaded, and waited for Brandon to show up. Along with his carload of boxes, he brought Costa Vida so that we could properly celebrate our first night being homeowners. After we unloaded his car and ate dinner, we loaded up his car <strong>again</strong> and took it out to the house. That night we took our all the boxes that we had packed up already. We felt so good, and like we were getting so much done!!<br />
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And then Wednesday came.<br />
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After work on Wednesday, I went home and loaded up my car again with all sorts of smallish random things that I could fit. I packed it up in an hour and only fell down the stairs once, so I consider that an accomplishment. Took all those things to the house, then went back home to have dinner ready for Brandon, then we went to my parents' house to borrow their ladder and vehicle. When we got to the house, we realized that we left them our car keys, so we didn't have the key to our house. So we had to drive back to their house, get the keys, and then <strong>finally</strong> we made it out to the house. We then attempted to install the garage door opener (and by we I mean Brandon). Apparently, the box didn't come with all the things we needed, so we only got so far, but it still was quite the process! While Brandon worked on that, I started unboxing a few things and we stayed for as long as Brandon could work on the garage door opener.<br />
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On Thursday, I went home and packed up all of our clothes, and took as many bags/suitcases as I could down the stairs in one trip. Then I went to my parents house to load up a dresser that we were storing there, and to take apart our old bed that they had been using as a guest bed. Highlight of the whole week: my mom had made chocolate chip cookies, and I so desperately needed them amongst all the stress of moving. After that, I went home just in time to meet Brandon. We carried a few more loads down the stairs and filled my car to the brim, stopped at McDonald's, and then went to the house to unload and finish installing the garage door opener. And he did it!! I am so impressed with him. He put in a garage door opener all by himself!! Although, unless you have a Brandon, I don't recommend doing it on your own. It's the worst process.<br />
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I took the day off on Friday to move. My mom met me out at the house at 9:00 that morning, and we started unpacking things from the boxes. Around 11:30 we went to meet Brandon to get the moving truck, and my mom was the super best and picked up Jimmy John's for the three of us on the way back to the apartment. After we ate, we started loading things into her expedition. My baby bro was kind enough to dedicate some of his school time and his entire afternoon/evening to help us move, so he showed up right as my mom and I were finishing loading the expedition. Not too long after we got to the house, Lowe's showed up to install the fridge!! It's ridiculous how excited I was about it, but boy was I excited. <br />
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We went back to the apartment to load the Uhaul. Adrian helped me carry all the heavy things, and my mom made so many trips up and down the stairs carrying all the random things. I can't even describe enough how thankful I am for those two and all their help. We ended up getting everything packed except the 5 heaviest objects in the apartment. They had to leave for a little bit, but Adrian came back to the apartment right after Brandon got home, and those two carried the last heavy pieces downstairs. We got some Panda Express to take out to the house with us (priorities) and ate our dinner on the kitchen floor. When we started to unload the truck it was 8:00, and around 9:00, Adrian left to go hang out with friends, and all Brandon and I had to carry in were the couches. We killed the unloading part of the day! Brandon put together the bed, we went back and picked up the final cargo (the cats), and spent our first night in our brand new home.<br />
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Saturday and Sunday were spent unboxing things and getting things settled. We woke up early and had to take the moving truck back, but then were working steadily on the house until about 4:00. We were gifted with a surprise visit from our best friends, and even though it was short, it was the best part of the whole day! We even showed them the house next door where they could live if they wanted to! (Alyssa, Brandon and I decided we will personally pay for the upgrade to the large tub if you'll just move here already!!) After they left, we went to Lowe's and bought blinds and a lawn mower. Brandon installed the blinds that night while I unpacked more things. It was a very productive day and we were both exhausted by the end of it!<br />
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Yesterday was a great Mother's Day! We went on a short hike with my family to a secluded waterfall, then stopped for Dairy Queen on the way home. Once Brandon and I were home, I finished the laundry while he set up the lawn mower <strong>and mowed the freaking lawn</strong>. This kid is a champion, I tell ya. I am so happy to have him and his dedication. We were able to chat with his youngest brother who is on a mission, and then it was back to Lowe's/Home Depot for home things. We bought more blinds, and also an unfinished cabinet for Brandon's brilliant invention. My dad came over and helped Brandon cut a hole in our wall through to the garage. They then cut a hole in the back of the cabinet and backed it up to the wall, and thus a bathroom for the cats is born. We didn't want the litter box inside the house, but didn't want the cat door to lead into the open garage, so Brandon had the great idea of putting the litter box inside the cabinet. It's going to be pretty stellar actually, and once we get a counter on top of the cabinet, Brandon will have a nice little workspace. He was pretty excited about it, so even if you don't think it's cool, you should pretend to. We both ended the day with killer headaches yesterday, so we were in bed by 8:30 hoping that we needed to just catch up on sleep.<br />
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We were up at 5:00 this morning because Brandon had a flight to catch at 7:30. He is headed to Boston for a new employee orientation with his new job. He had a list of things he wanted to get done this weekend before he left (mainly blinds) and he got the whole list and more finished by last night. I really am so grateful for him and also for my family for helping us get it all done!<br />
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Moral of this entire post: I am freaking tired. I never thought I could ever feel so tired in my whole life. And I'm never walking up another set of stairs ever again. I must have gone up and down those stairs at like 50 times last week and I never want to do it ever again. But I am so happy that we have a house! And we can live in it for years and call it our own. And eventually, sometime (maybe), all the boxes will finally be unpacked and we will be able to walk through every room in the house without falling over cardboard.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-57235503438466733582015-04-27T09:50:00.002-07:002015-04-27T09:50:23.389-07:00PatienceAt noon today we have a walk-through of our house with the superintendent to go over any last minute things that need touched up or fixed. It is currently 10:22, meaning I have been at work for almost three hours, and I am DYING. I mean, it's always more fun to not be at work than it is to actually be at work, but we are getting so close to the move in date and I am tired of waiting. We went to the house Friday and Saturday this weekend, and now today. We close a week from tomorrow. Our closing date was roughly 50 days from when we put in our offer. It has gone way faster than I thought it would, but I don't want to wait anymore!<br />
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We started packing last week (finally), and Brandon is being super nice and putting up with all my neurotic list making. I like to make the lists so I feel like I'm actually doing things when there really isn't that much left to do. And luckily for us, we are going out of town this next weekend, otherwise we would just sit around and twiddle our thumbs until Tuesday came. Essentially, this whole house buying process has really been testing my patience (both in ways mentioned above and just the whole process in general. i am never buying a house ever again).<br />
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Really though, I feel like this whole past year has tested us. We were both so excited to move to Boise last year and finally start what we considered "adult life," but I think we are just now feeling like we are getting there. When we first moved here, Brandon was working for Campsaver remotely and we were living with my parents. In May, he got his job with Microsoft, and was working part time for both places. In June, we moved into our own apartment and felt like we were getting back to adult life. In August I started a new job. In October, Brandon stopped working for Campsaver. In December, he was working almost full time for Microsoft; the holidays kept them busy. And then in January, he went back to part time hours. And then towards the end of February, they cut hours. Brandon applied for literally 7 jobs a day every single weekday since the day we moved here. We decided to start looking at houses, because apartments here are not as cheap as they are in Logan and we could pay the same amount for a mortgage. We put in the offer on our house, and then two weeks later the mother of all holy blessings, Brandon's job, was offered. <br />
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That was a long timeline that really probably nobody cares about, but after a year of job hopping and trying to figure out what to do with life and questioning literally every single decision made in our college career, I think we are finally at a point where we feel like we can really start to settle in. Up until Brandon was offered this job, we weren't even sure if we would be staying in Boise. We had hoped for that, but nothing was ever set in stone. I'm excited to move into our house and to start grad school and have Brandon settle more into his job and finally feel like our lives will settle down a little bit and we can fall back into a routine. We have been waiting for life to happen, and I think we're finally getting there.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-48241766210157551872015-03-31T10:49:00.001-07:002015-03-31T10:49:37.941-07:00happy listRight when I started thinking about this post, I remembered that once during senior year in high school, I made a happy list. The list was a whole page, front and back, written not in bullet points, but continuously on the page so that every single line was filled across the entire page. Granted, probably a good sixth of the things on the list were food items, but still, that's a lot of things that make me happy. Sometimes it's ridiculous how excited I get about things. Like when we went to Pizza Pie a few weeks ago, Brandon just kept laughing at me because I was so happy. Or when we were fridge shopping on Sunday and I just kept talking romantically about how this is our first fridge we will own. One of the guys I work with introduced me to his buddy as the resident spaz, but I don't think he meant it in a bad way (correct me if I'm wrong here, Catic). I don't think it's a bad thing that the little things in life make me happy. Sometimes I wonder, though, if my bright, positive outlook on life gives people the wrong impression or makes them think that I'm not adult enough or qualified enough to do things. I plan on applying for a different position within the school I work at, but I feel like many people (the ones who don't actually matter when it comes to applying and interviewing and all that) will think I'm way out of my league, only because I have a smile plastered to my face 95% of the day. They aren't related things, but this has just been on my mind the past few days. I didn't mean to turn this into a ranting post...so onto the happy things!<br />
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-First and foremost, Brandon was offered and accepted a job last week! After many months of searching and applying for hundreds of job (literally), he was offered a job that is going to be perfect for him. He starts on April 13th and is so excited!<br />
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-When he got the call about the job, we were just sitting on the living in our soon-to-be home. It was magic.<br />
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-We close on our house exactly five weeks from today. It is killing me to not be able to start packing yet. I'm ready to move!<br />
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-Last night we felt super grown up because we made the responsible adult decision to save money by buying brownies and ice cream instead of going to Coldstone, and I thought it was hilarious.<br />
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-Tomorrow night is the Dan + Shay concert! I bought our tickets a few months ago and have been (im)patiently waiting for it!<br />
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-I got a sunburn over the weekend. Ffity points to the sun for shining and the weather for being so nice over the last part of spring break!<br />
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-They set up a game at school where we match the staff's pets to their owners, and the pictures are hanging in the break room. Every time I'm in there with someone I know well I ask if they want to see a picture of my children and I think it's so funny. No wonder I've been dubbed the resident spaz.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-58947048563005775742015-03-20T12:07:00.000-07:002015-03-20T12:07:10.613-07:00happy things this week-First and foremost, today is the last day of school before spring break. A whole week of sleeping in, eating whatever/whenever I want, catching up on my shows, and lounging around with the kitties just sounds dreamy.<br />
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-Mortgage rates are dropping, and we haven't locked into a rate yet.<br />
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-We are starting to feel slightly less discouraged about the job market.<br />
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-I was informed yesterday by my mom that there is a Pizza Pie Café downtown, and discovered that it just opened this week! We have talked so many times in the past year about how Brandon craves their salad and how much we miss our mid-week dinners there. We made it through our first year in Boise, and we were given the gift of Pizza Pie. <br />
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-On the same note, we get to eat at Pizza Pie Café tonight for the first time since June or October (I can't remember) and are ecstatic<br />
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-We saw Insurgent last night and it was <strong>so good</strong>. Brandon started listening to the book on Wednesday and has almost finished it, but he didn't like the movie as much because it was pretty different from the book. It was still incredible though.<br />
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-Not sure if I have mentioned this, but we bought a house this week and I am absolutely over the moon about it.<br />
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-Today is the first day of spring and the sun is shining, and you can't get much better than that.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-79398337575788611182015-03-18T08:36:00.003-07:002015-03-18T08:36:27.396-07:00our first great leap into adulthoodBrandon and I had talked about buying a house since before we even graduated college. The plan was to graduate, move to Boise, buy a house, and start grad school. We knew we would have to live with my parents for a little while regardless of the plan, but during that time we both decided to not go to grad school and just get full time jobs instead. We were so excited when Brandon was offered a full-time position at Microsoft that we jumped the gun and put down money to build a house. After the whole mix-up happened, we were devastated (but luckily got all our money back). We were ready to become adults and own a house and start our adult lives, but it all got put on pause, and we found an apartment to rent instead.<br />
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We signed a seven month lease (we asked for nine, they said the best they could do was seven...who knows), and thought that by the end of the lease, Brandon would have a full-time job, and we would be making enough money to afford the house we had initially wanted. The job market, however, had other ideas. January 1st rolled around, and there was still no full time job prospect in sight. Our lease ended February 1st, so we decided to just sign another contract, and hope and pray that something would work out in those next few months. <br />
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We had been told by so many people that closing on a house can takes up to 2 months, so we had decided to start looking now, so we could put in an offer around the beginning of May and be out of our apartment by July 1st when the lease ended. Honestly, I have been continuously looking at houses since we have been in Boise, but it was time to get serious. We had been looking online and driving around to look at houses since we got back from our vacation in December, and just kept getting so discouraged. Any house that was the size we wanted and no more than 10 years old was just too expensive. We started to feel like the world didn't actually want us to be adults.<br />
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Fast forward to the past two weekends. We found a neighborhood further away from the heart of Meridian than we had originally been looking at. Brand new construction, starter homes of the size we were hoping for, and definitely in our price range. Two weekends ago we found one that we liked, but the day we called to set up a showing they told us that someone had put in an offer the day before. Everyone said "it just wasn't the right one, the right one will come along when it's supposed to." This past weekend, we went back out to the neighborhood to look at another house right next to the other one, and we fell in love. This was the first time we had been inside of it, and it was perfect! The realtor that took us out there said it would go quickly, and that the same house couldn't be replicated for the same low price. After a day of consideration and double checking my calculations to make sure we could afford it (I couldn't believe how well it fell into our price range, I'm obsessed with it), we put in an offer.<br />
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Last night the house officially became ours, as we signed the final documents. We pushed out the closing date as far as possible, and landed on May 5th. We are so excited to finally be making progress in the adult world, and I'm just happy that life didn't let me down after getting my hopes up so high. Less than fifty days and we will officially be home owners!<br />
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Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288291995994694962.post-51560258909993549122015-03-02T12:45:00.000-08:002015-03-02T12:45:17.458-08:00Monday sap.We ventured down to Logan over our three day weekend so spend some much needed time with Brandon's family and our friends. It was so nice to see everyone and interact with people our own age for a change, and spend time catching up with Brandon's parents and siblings.<br />
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Brandon's family tried to make this weekend my birthday celebration weekend, and they did a pretty great job! We went to my favorite Mexican restaurant for dinner, followed by Big Hero 6, candy, and brownies. The next morning we all went to The Creperie for breakfast and it was amazing! Afterward we played Heads Up, and it was hilarious. It took a little bit for everyone to warm up and be comfortable being crazy, but by the end we had James jumping over imaginary hurdles, and Caroline and I tag-team charading the words. Brandon's mom made me a ginormous quilt for my birthday too. She told me it would probably take her a few weeks to finish, but she, Caroline, and Candis busted it out in less than a whole day! I am in love with it. <br />
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On Saturday we went to lunch with the same friends that we went to Florida with. We love that any time we spend together just never seems like enough. It is seriously always that way. We saw them Thursday night for fifteen minutes, and it about killed us to leave. We spent 3 hours with them at lunch, and even then we could have kept talking for hours. Brandon has this coming weekend off, so we invited them up to Boise and they said yes without hesitation!! We are looking forward to a fun weekend with them, and probably will end up holding them captive so they can't leave.<br />
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That same night I went to dinner with my friends (I don't think I will be hungry for the next week, all I did this weekend was eat). It was fun to catch up with the three of them; I feel like so much has changed in the last six months! We ate, laughed, and gave the waiter a hard time about the milkshake machine being broken. It's always hard to say goodbye to my friends, but I know we will for sure be seeing each other at Chelsea's wedding! Let's not wait until then though, okay guys?<br />
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I love Boise, and it's always kind of hard for me to go back to Logan, but there are a lot of people I love down there that make the trip a little bit easier. I'm thankful for Brandon's family for making me feel like a part of their family, and for my sisters-in-law who seriously could not be any cooler. I love all our couple friends, who always make me laugh and who make our marriage an adventure to be shared. I'm thankful for my friends, who have loved me at my worst and supported me through hard times, and never fail to be there when I need them the most. <br />
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I'm only a little bit sorry for the sappiness, because when life gets hard and I feel a little lonely, I get a strong reminder that there are people that love me, and that I get the privilege to love them back.Caitlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11984077400780708229noreply@blogger.com0