My last post was 7 months ago; 220 days to be exact. I am wondering how I let my little blog slip so far behind and then I think back over the last 220 days and remember: I’m busy.
We’re all busy, though, so it’s certainly no excuse. Life is busy, whether we’re working, traveling, running, volunteering, blogging, or just simply being. And I’m not always good about making the things I want to do a priority. But tonight, here’s an update.
The thought of making an individual post for each blog-worthy thing that’s happened in the last 7 months overwhelms me. I want to catch up with just snippets of the memories. So here’s a outpouring of life from the last few months:
I was injured all winter. On October 1st, I was running in Forest Park, a long run on a perfect day, and something in my foot went horribly wrong and Jesse had to come rescue me and we abandoned my car in the park. I couldn’t walk without a limp for days, and the following months were filled with scans, physical therapy, podiatrists, MRIs, chiropractors, insurance forms, injections, swimming, strengthening exercises, foot massages, shoe inserts, and toe correctors. I was in a very frustrated mental state. Nothing makes a runner want to run more than injury.
I had to drop out of all my fall races and focus on staying happy and in shape in other ways: swimming, volunteer trail work, horseback riding, hiking…
Eventually I began slowly running again, building strength in my foot, mileage in my legs, and confidence in my brain.
And then we bought a house. It is equal parts exciting and daunting to be a homeowner, especially as first-timers. We drove by the place on December 8th, did a walk through December 9th, made an offer December 10th, which was accepted December 11th, closed on December 28th, and moved in on January 2nd. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year indeed.
We spent the new few weeks cleaning the new house, moving in, cleaning out and fixing up our rental, and all the horrible things that go along with moving. My parents, sister, and brother-in-law came to help us move and I am so grateful for all of them! A few car loads, two pickup loads, and a U-Haul and suddenly our life on 84th Ave was over. No longer will we be “first time homebuyers”. We’re loving it, though, it’s beautiful and I just want to spend all my time here. Wonderful enough to live in, but old enough to have some projects (the list is long and boring, but I did just paint the master bathroom and we’re getting a new roof next week, so there’s that).
Just a few days ago we had ducks in our yard. Sometimes an ice cream truck drives by. Everyone wears reflective vests when walking after 8 PM. I like to watch the hummingbirds from my office window. It’s home.
Promptly after moving in, we went on vacation for 3 weeks. We had a trip to Moab, UT for my birthday on the books since forever, then our friends in New Zealand announced their wedding date was the weekend after, so we made a thing out of it. Moab first, then NZ, then Australia. Because why not?
We returned to real life in Oregon and resumed work and responsibilities. We hosted friends from Idaho and Seattle, my parents have visited several times, and we had our housewarming party. We spent a long weekend in Bend and Jesse went to Germany for almost two weeks. I started to ramp up my running, with half marathons, girls running weekends, and all the trails I could get.
In May, we traveled again for another wedding, this time to Mammoth, CA, and took in more adventures while we were there:
Jesse started his new job this past week and my job is crazy as ever. Up next is summer with weekends booked with events and experiences. Just like I like it. Here’s hoping I can make more time for sharing it all.