The Hunt is On

Three months into the new year and so far things haven't been all that bad.  Not great but compared to the luck (or bad luck since that seems more appropriate) we have been experiencing... life here has been quiet and good.  (I realize by typing that sentence alone I may have just unleashed a whirlwind of bad luck... The verbal equivalent of breaking a mirror.)

Mack and I celebrated our three year anniversary.  We thought we would indulge a bit since on our first anniversary we were in entirely different states and on our second anniversary I had to work (because yours truly forgot to request the day off).  Nothing like making up for lost time and blowing the budget a bit.

We put on our green Chucks aka our wedding shoes and headed over to Marietta for the day.  Where we ate a lot, had our very first massages, and stayed at a beautiful bed and breakfast with a fabulous view.  I'd be sharing pictures but I forgot the camera and still haven't uploaded the ones from my phone that I did take.

Mack and I also realized that we both feel like we've been living in limbo ever since we relocated to Parkersburg.  It seems we've both been thinking of this is a temporary kind of thing and as such, have been living a temporary existence.  Not really daring to make too many new personal connections or try new things.  More like existing without truly living and experiencing.  Now we're opening up our eyes and minds to embrace the here and now.

The reality of it is this move really isn't temporary at all.  Which apparently has been hard for both of us to come to terms with.  And slowly, without realizing it, our roots have been spreading tentatively out beneath us.  We're going to give those roots the opportunity to spread out and relax.

Mack and I have started looking for more permanent digs.  A house to call our own.  One that we can both see ourselves in for years to come.  A home that will actually motivate us to unpack all of our boxes, hang some pictures on the wall, and a place where we can actually plan a square foot garden without thinking about the fact that we're going to have to reseed the entire backyard when we move out.

We've missed out on one great house, kicked around the idea of purchasing a huge duplex, decided against another because (gasp) I actually didn't like the idea of living in plaster dust for several years (not to mention the petrified bat in the bathtub), and currently  have our fingers crossed for another house that is just two streets over.

I'm horribly homesick for my friends back home.  I've been dealing with it by sticking my head in the sand and ignoring the pull to steer the Jeep out onto the highway.  No more.  I'm gonna get with Mack and lock down a date.  "Soon" is not working for me anymore.