August 19th, 2011 -- Posted in portland, the city |
I’ve noticed something lately: I’ve been talking a lot. And not in the way my teachers would complain to my parents about at every single parent-teacher conference, and on every single report card. Working from home by yourself makes talking much more disturbing. My mom says she used to narrate her daily life to me as a baby, so I suspect I get it from her. When I’m at home, I can pass it off as talking to the dog, but when I’m out in public it gets a lot weirder.
My mom had baby-me as the recipient of her grocery store soliloquies and coffee shop musings and she says she still got strange looks. I’ve got me, myself, and I - and whoever happens to be milling around while I’m wondering aloud if the apples are local, or audibly noting that my smoothie is much spicier than normal.
As any of my K-12 teachers will attest, I’ve always been chatty but I’m not sure when I started talking to myself. Does anyone else do this? It doesn’t seem to bode well for impending senility … which I’ve heard gets WORSE with age.
August 12th, 2011 -- Posted in portland, san francisco, the city |
(my run this morning)
People here are slow. And really friendly. It’s weird. Ryan says the fact that I think this is weird just shows my level of ignorance; since most of the rest of the country operates at a much slower pace than I’m used to, I’m actually the strange one. That may be true, but it’s such a drastic, marked difference I can’t help but notice it.
I’m not a patient person and that’s not necessarily a good thing. Even things in so-called “big cities” tend not to move fast enough for me. I get stuck walking behind gawking tourists. Or the person in line in front of me can’t decide what to order. Or cabs take more than 30 seconds to arrive. People show up late to meetings, take forever getting on or off the train, forget my order, blahblahblah. It’s something I’m working on, ok?!
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August 8th, 2011 -- Posted in marriage, san francisco, the city |
This is our old place, in San Francisco. What you can’t see is the second bedroom, aka Ryan’s office. An essential component of a happy, healthy relationship when both people work at home. We downsized when we moved to Portland, partly to save more money and partly because Ryan and Ben are going to be getting an office together to work on their startup. Until then, we’ve essentially downsized from a two-bedroom with lots of storage (two regular-sized closets, a coat closet and bathroom storage) to a one-bedroom with minimal storage (one regular-sized closet and one coat closet).
Oh, and there’s no dishwasher. (Cue weeping and gnashing of teeth.) If you’re so inclined, you can check out this totally professional-looking video I shot (HA) to see our new place.