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Date Night, Edition: Fall

Since I was home all week bored out of my mind because I’m incapable of getting things done when I don’t have a timeframe in which to get them done, I did a few totally unnecessary tasks. Like watch the entire first season of Revenge. (It’s good.) And not write a single thank you note. And plan a fall themed date night for Saturday night.

Being the good sport he is, Greg agreed to drive 50 minutes northeast (okay, I might have told him it was 26 miles, which was true, but neglected the 48 minute estimated time) to go to a farm on a Saturday night. We both have been dealing with nagging colds that aren’t bad enough to keep us down but won’t really go away. But I really wanted to do something fall-ish and this is the last weekend we have, so off we went to Snohomish and Bob’s Corn Maze.

We got there around dinner time and decided to have a snack – I had roasted corn and Greg had a corn dog. First off, it was not this pastoral, romantic farm vision I had. There were a lot of screaming kids and well, it was a farm at the beginning of PNW rainy season. After picking up coffee (because it was colder than I anticipated) and some confusion over where to get a ticket, we were finally on the hay ride on our way to the corn maze.

Exhibit One: My wellies before the maze.

Given the mix up in where to get tickets, we lost valuable light. At first I was excited, I thought doing the corn maze by tiki light would be even more romantic. As the sky went from dusk to darkness, it became increasingly clear that it just made it more difficult.

Can you spot the husband?

As I mentioned, we’re now into rainy season. And a corn maze is made of dirt, which turns to mud during rainy season. We’re not talking about a little mud, but enough mud that they give you instructions for how to pull your feet out if you get stuck. It turns out that you actually need those instructions because if you stand stationary for more than a few seconds, your feet will sink into the mud and you’ll have to twist to get them out before you can continue walking (likely in the wrong direction, in a circle, down a path you’ve already gone, or some combination of the three).

Made it to the half-way bonfires!

It wasn’t terrible, there were some funny moments. But after about an hour we were hungry, tired, cold, lugging around an extra few pounds in mud, and really ready to be done. We made it out fifteen minutes later, having spent about twenty minutes circling the same area and not being able to figure out which path we hadn’t taken. We each got an apple cider donut (SO good!) before heading out of there.

We made our way to a local Mexican place for dinner. However, we got out of the car, realized how covered in mud we were, and were too embarrassed to go in and dirty up the restaurant. We picked up take-out and spent thirty minutes cleaning up the hallway, our shoes, and the bathroom. Sounds more like the end to a gruesome crime than date night.

Exhibit Two: My wellies after the corn maze.

Happy one month anniversary, love! Thank you for always being willing to go along with my ideas.

5 Best Decisions

Inspired again by a post from Holly, I spent my drive home thinking about the five best decisions I’ve made as an adult. And here they are. As of this moment in time. Totally subject to change.

1. Moving to San Francisco

In January 2004 I moved to the Bay Area not knowing one single person. The next 7.5 years were filled with growing amazing friendships, building a career I’m proud of, and memories of so many good times. The City was the best place to spend my twenties and looking back I can’t imagine having done it anywhere else. I laughed, I cried, I paid way too much to live alone in the Marina. I had the time of my life.

2. Moving to Seattle

All good things must come to an end and by 2011 my love affair with SF had gone cold. It was no longer the perfect city where dreams are made; it was cold, windy, expensive, crowded, and a career rat race. The city hadn’t changed, I’d just moved on. I wanted space, to slow down a little, the ability to start thinking about being a mom, a house of my own. Our engagement and my move to Seattle couldn’t have been more perfect timing. Minus the weather, Seattle is everything I love about SF without 90% of what I was tired of.

3. Starting to Save Early

Fresh out of college and into my first ‘big girl’ job, I started saving. It wasn’t a ton at that time, but it was something. And I’ve continued to make saving a priority. I look at it this way: Instead of purchasing a fancy new car or wearing the most expensive shoes in the room, I’ve been buying my financial independence. I’m not saying I don’t spend (please see #1: expensive apartment in Marina), but I stay well below my means and I’m happy there. I can walk away from it all tonight and be fine for a while. Knowing I can do that has been such a freedom in the last few years.

4. Traveling Alone

Through most of my twenties I didn’t have a significant other to travel with. I had lots of boyfriends, but they were never the ‘go do something type’. Which is funny, because I like to do things. I digress. I wanted to see the world, so I did. And I have memories that I will cherish. I learned to be by myself for two weeks, I learned to explore on my own. And I learned that traveling with someone you love is way more awesome. A close second to traveling alone is going to Spain with my family in 2010. Things have changed SO F’N MUCH in the less than two years it’s been since that trip and I love the memories of the last time it was really just the five of us. We have so many awesome memories to make going forward as just the 12+ of us, but Spain I won’t forget.

5. Saying “Yes” to My Engineer

Maybe this is a a odd, non-romantic way of saying I love him to others, but we’re both so. damn. analytical, he’d know what I mean.  We are different; we have different beliefs, we communicate differently, we see things differently like any two humans do. But we just get each other. There are so many things he loves about me that former loves have merely tolerated. And probably likewise for him. When I say “I do” in 109 days, I will have made the 6th best decision of my adult life.

Recipe For a Kick Ass 2012

I love goals. Really, it’s more that I like documenting things. Greg sent me a link to this new site that allows you to set goals and update progress through the year. The jury is out on which of the 14 goals I listed I’ll actually stick with, but it was fun to think about what I want 2012 to look like and get it down on (virtual) paper. Clearly my year is about looking good in a white dress come September and documenting the hell of 2012.

Traffic Redemption

My transition to Seattle has been really smooth. Except for my commute that is. It’s fairly horrendous and much worse than my drive to Genentech down in Sam Francisco. I’m pretty vocal about how displeased I am with it, but I am trying not to let it sour my first impressions of my new city.

On Tuesday, approximately 1 hour and 10 minutes into my commute I came around a curve and saw a beautiful rainbow. It was one of the most gorgeous evenings, with bright sun shining through clouds and the clean feeling that a day of rain brings. With the addition of a rainbow, I had a hard time continuing my nightly “I hate Seattle” mantra.

Don’t worry, I was driving so slow there was no risk in taking this picture. Total commute time: 1 hour, 25 minutes. But who’s counting?