The weather has taken a turn for the gloomy in the late afternoons and early mornings and I've been so exhausted that taking outfit photos has been far from my mind. But yesterday afternoon, with a glass of prosecco imbibed, we decided to snap some photos. Ben brought home some prosecco to celebrate our moving processes finally coming together - we've identified apartments to go look at in Portland on Saturday and I'm moving quickly along to the end of my job search (more updates to come soon!).
I think everyone experiences this, but do you all ever have a hard time celebrating because the journey to resolution has been so taxing? I feel like I've been sitting in a leaky inner tube at sea being dashed around in the waves for so long that I can't even focus on the rescue - I still have my sea legs (and sea bruises). I'm hoping that my excitement is going to come as soon as an apartment is secured, I have 100 million moving boxes in my living room, and I'm actually ready to take outfit photos in the Portland streets rather than the Tacoma ones. Maybe that means my excitement is going to come when I first start decorating our new home. That's probably going to be the first moment that changes from stress to joy.
I'm going to miss my current city with a vengeance. I've been here for six years - I arrived in 2007 for college - and all of my friends live here, my favorite restaurants live here, my favorite wine shops and bars, my favorite happy hours, and parks, and most of all my favorite views. My apartment looks across mountains that have been a familiar viewpoint and anchor throughout my entire college/post-grad experience. Out the kitchen windows the Olympics stand in craggy glory behind a wall of clouds. Out the living room window is Rainier, the beautiful behemoth that watches over the city, and it's range of hilly, never-ending Cascades.
But I anticipate that Portland's Mt. Hood will start to watch over me, the river will be a horizon companion, the trees and skyline my new Olympics (and I suppose I'll still have the Cascades). So, here's to growing up, and out, and moving on - a glass of prosecco in hand to celebrate, even if I don't feel like it yet.