Moving out

So, I'm in the middle of moving.

It's going well so far and I'm excited to move on with my life.

I am not, however, excited about my ridiculously sore body (all that heavy lifting, climbing stairs, etc.) and the bloody spot on my leg where I accidentally walked straight into the trailer hitch on the U-haul. Ouch!

Otherwise, life is good. Sean and I ate our first meal at home together yesterday — frozen pizza and leftover salad from Cheddar's ... we'll get there, don't worry. lol.

ch-ch-ch-changes

Big things are in the mix.

Around this time in 2004, I met a boy. He walked me home. 

A year later, we started dating. 

A year after that, we agreed that we wanted to move in together.

A year after that, I had changed jobs and the timing wasn't right.

Two years after that, it's finally happening.

Nearly four years to the day after we met, I'm moving in with my best friend. 

I can't wait.

More info, and big life changes, coming soon.

dedicated to the one i love

Above: Stopping to smell the roses on Valentine's Day 2005.

On Valentine's Day in 2005, Sean woke up early and went to buy a bouquet of white roses for the girls at the student newspaper. He wanted to get something special for someone though, hoping that person would get the hint, so he picked up a box of Sweethearts candy and scrawled:
To: Ambles
From: Seaken
(our old newspaper logins)
The girls came into the office and oohed and aahed when they found roses taped to their monitors. Being dense, I didn't notice the Sweethearts until much later. When I did, I asked Chanelle not-so-subtly if she got a box as well. Sean looked up and said, "No! Just you."

It was the first clue I ever had that Sean might have feelings for me. And the first time I ever saw how truly sweet he is, and humble, because he didn't want any fuss made over the fact he had done something so sweet for us girls. We started dating a little over two months later and we've been together ever since.

weekend

This weekend I went to the wedding of one of Sean's childhood friends, which was lovely, but we also went down Sean's memory lane.

We visited Bishop Ireton and watched 10 whole minutes of a lacrosse game, during which I said that had to be the silliest game I've ever seen. But, it also looks very difficult, so kudos to lacrosse players.

We also went to see Sean's grandparents, who are buried on the grounds of his Catholic grade school. His grandpa William was apparently awesome and liked to quote Shakespeare, which I'm guessing sounded super cool with an Irish accent.

On Sunday we went to the cherry blossom festival (hopefully more pictures to follow), and Sean engaged in awkward man-hugging with his BFF Arthur.

All is right with the world. lol.

On April 17, we're going to Pittsburgh and I couldn't be more pumped. It's kind of an art pilgrimage, to see the Andy Warhol Museum, Fallingwater and the Mattress Factory. I can't wait to take a bajillion pictures on Sean's camera!