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Hey all, I’ve been going through some pretty dramatic stuff; luckily, it has not caused real harm to me or the people I care about, but it’s been a bit stressful. Here’s the deal.
A month ago, Joe and I moved into a basement apartment in the oldest neighborhood here in Pullman. It was very small, but the location was killer and our neighbor upstairs, Jud, is a lifelong cat lover. I was excited to move there, though when we showed up to move things in, I realized I hadn’t taken note of just how small it was, and how the bathroom had a distinctly bad odor.
Anyway, no matter, I went off on my scheduled vacation to San Diego, where I had an amazing time. I went to the zoo, a wedding, and the beach, and got to see old friends and lovely family. That’s what a lot of my photos posted here have been lately. I also spent extended time in Oregon with Joe’s parents, where I learned how to knit!
When it came time to return to Pullman, I brought Joe’s brother, Sam, along with me. He came here with the intention of a visit, but things evolved the day after we got back. When we returned from a walk around downtown to our basement apartment, there were plainclothes police outside, who warned us that they were seizing our upstairs neighbor’s part of the house. We made sure that Jud was not wanted for some violent crime, and then waited it out. A simple Google search provided us with what we needed to know: Jud was arrested on the accusation of sexual molestation. He apparently “touched”, “kissed”, and “invited to bed” one of his daughters’ 13-year-old friends.
I was particularly uncomfortable, faced with the notion that I might run into Jud (after he got out of jail a day or two later), and therefore very thankful that Sam had come to visit. From that point, he acted as a safe buddy to have around, and my initially unbridled fear in the situation was deemed serious enough that his and Joe’s parents decided to help us out in any way possible.
Unsure if we could even get out of a lease but blinded by an inability to live in the same building as the man, Sam and I started looking for new places about a week into being back in Pullman. I scoured Craigslist, which is pretty slim pickins this time of year in a college town, and found an amazing place… and the owner called me back within an hour of my sending an email expressing interest. We went and viewed the place and were absolutely in love with it! I called Joe, who was at work through a lot of this, and told him we needed it. Once he saw it, he quickly made the call that we needed to tell Jud we wanted out.
I got a tummy ache, a ball full of nerves, thinking about what I’d say upon confronting Jud. Luckily, Joe did most of the talking, and Jud, now very worn down by the torrent of events, was understanding that we might want to leave on the basis that we’d end up in a bad deal of a house if he was convicted and sent to prison. (As of the time of this post, he is at rehab; apparently he was drinking a fifth of whiskey every night.) We were still unsure if we could get out of the lease, legally speaking, but knew that Jud was at least amenable to the idea. Then it turned out that he doesn’t even own the house, and that the owner was trying to get a hold of him the whole time to tell him he wanted him out! The owner somehow got a hold of Joe before he got a hold of Jud, and he told Joe that we were free to stay or go… but I was ready to go. And we had a nice new place lined up.
So now, we have almost finished moving in to a third apartment in three months, and it is a killer. Oh, and Sam is now living in Pullman with us. It’s a duplex with four bedrooms, two baths, washer/dryer/dishwasher, 2-car garage, gorgeous deck, gigantic living room, and decent downtown location. We obviously only take up two bedrooms between the three of us, so I’ve set up the spare bedroom to serve as a study, with computers, photography, musical instruments, and crafting stuff, and the final “bedroom” is now serving as Joe’s dream “empty room,” which is meant solely for yoga and meditation.
So far, I love it there, except I don’t have internet… still. I am constantly without internet in this crazy town. I know about all the great cafes now, though, if you’re curious. I wrote this blog post with a dark apple cider next to me at Cafe Moro.
I hope I can start doing more photography again soon! Out of the stuff you’ve seen from me lately, what would you like to see more of?
My runs earlier this week were adequate, but today’s was amazing! I had coffee beforehand, which I’m sure helped, but I’m making sure to give myself the credit on this one. Today’s run was the first time I ran the whole way, Palouse hills and hall, without stopping to walk. I usually tell myself to take it easy by walking 20 feet here and there, but today I just took the hills slowly. My pace didn’t improve by much, but today I was much more channeling the tortoise than the hare. I feel great.
And this weekend, I am going to Montana for the first time ever! One of Joe’s old friends lives just over the skinny part of Idaho from us. If the weather’s good enough, we’ll be floating down a river drinking beer tomorrow afternoon. PLEASE GOD make the weather perfect!
Truth be told, not having a job is great for my health. I walked in and out of a Starbucks today without getting any food (I know what basically all of it tastes like), which was a major part of my diet for the last several years. I also never feel like I “deserve” sugary, salty, or alcoholic things. I use those as celebration, but I never come home and say, “I need a drink…” as fun of an excuse as that is. I barely drink caffeine, either.
Sure, I still want all those things, but I don’t have a plausible excuse for any of it, and at least for the last month and a half, I haven’t let myself break my own rule too badly.
On that note, I had the equivalent of three pints of beer with lunch on Sunday— we were trying out the brewpub here for the first time— and I think I experienced my first two-day hangover. Like I said, I felt terrible all day yesterday. So even when I do have the stuff that I really want, I know it’s just gonna hurt tomorrow…
Today I hit my lowest weight since I started running and psuedo-dieting. I also went on a three-mile run. Last week, I felt great after my runs, but today all I can think about is getting back in bed.
This has been a big two and a half weeks for me. The changes were all planned, but they still came as a shock. Starting May 17, all of these things have happened to me:
- Quit my job at Starbucks.
- Packed up my apartment.
- Said goodbye to my sister, my parents, and my friend network in New Mexico.
- Drove a U-Haul for the first time (packed it up too).
- Packed up my bff Mandy and my two cats along with me in my car.
- Traveled from New Mexico to Pullman, Washington in two days.
- Unpacked the U-Haul into a much too small apartment in less than two hours.
- Packed kitties, bff, and Joe all into the car and drove to Portland, Oregon.
- Said goodbye to Mandy as she flew back to NM.
- Vacationed in Portland, seeing Joe’s family for the first time in over a year.
- Drove back to Pullman.
- Unpacked everything we’ll use for the next two months.
Most notably, I should say that Joe did the great majority of our box-packing, which I was really impressed by. He was really driven to make sure I didn’t hurt myself (I have a history of back problems). Same goes for when he and Mandy loaded up the U-Haul with little to no help from me. Another note is that I never want to travel that long or that far with cats again. Rory is now seven years old (!!!), and acted very much the part of the middle aged lady who’s set in her ways. Otis really endeared himself to me on this trip, though, by not being so anxious and by being particularly cuddly.
I’ve been without my computer for over a week (until today, basically), and I took hundreds of photos during our trip. As I’m typing this, I’m at our apartment that is void of internet access until Monday morning. Soon, we’ll be headed to Starbucks, where we’ll get our internet on.
We’ve also decided to make this move a time of change. We’re going to attempt to change our diets drastically to revolve around rice dishes (we bought a rice cooker!). I’ve leveled out recently at a weight that I only achieved after my last hospital stay, and it’s not pretty. Joe wants to lose 30lbs; I want to lose 50. It’s going to be a long road.
I am not sure what impressions I have on Pullman yet, other than that it’s very pretty with its rolling green hills, and that the town is OBSESSED with school spirit (I went so far as to get a WSU Cougars hoodie; I haven’t bought a hoodie in probably 5 years). The campus is gorgeous and clean. Our apartment has interesting quirks, but I’m in love with the plush white carpet here. I think that’s about all I can offer up just yet. Expect photos.
Here’s something random to read for your Monday.
One of the number one reasons I don’t mind staying in my current job is my boss; confusingly, he’s one of the number one reasons I want to leave. Let me get the nice stuff out of the way so I can rail on him. He has offered to pick Joe and me up from Albuquerque before, at 2am. He has driven me to the laundromat when Joe was out of town. He invites Joe out to play basketball and drink beer (in order to help him socialize). He can be complimentary of me without being a creeper.
I try hard to make this job about coffee sometimes, though, and he rolls his eyes at me. Today I went out on a limb and tried a pairing I’d never done before (truffle fries and Sumatra, a dark Asian blend). It didn’t work for him— mainly because he doesn’t like truffle fries OR Sumatra, and he was kind of a dick to me about it. I thought at least I’d get kudos for trying something different; the other guy at the store who actually cares about drinking black coffee (as I do), seemed cool with trying a different pairing and pleased with it. Anyway, my boss tends to spend a lot of time telling us “y’all are special,” meaning he thinks we’re idiots. Sometimes he just says we’re idiots. He makes me feel crummy.
In other news, I went on a run yesterday and today. I much prefer swimming, and I really wish I was one of those healthy, magical people who loves running, but I don’t. I’d rather throw a football, hit a tennis ball, or shoot hoops. My swimming has been improving steadily, but I haven’t been in a few weeks, so I was expecting not to be able to run well yesterday. However! I managed to run probably 70% of my standard run route yesterday (rather than walking, which I usually do about 50% of the time). Today’s run was inspired by yesterday’s, but didn’t go as well. I have a few reasons why I think that’s so: yesterday, I took a two hour nap after work and then went running… today, I went right after work. Also, my left foot is absolutely killing me these days (due, I think, to work shoes a half-size too small… damn ordering shoes online), and today it was throbbing by the end of my run! And finally, yesterday, I was accompanied by Joe, and today I was solo. Of course, I feel better for having done it, but wish I’d rested before my run.
When I was in undergrad, I was thinner, but I didn’t really exercise. I know that I also didn’t eat well, but I did eat less. I worked at a frozen custard shop, but still didn’t gain that much weight. So I’ve been trying to drum up what has been different since then. I think reproducing whatever diet I had then, in addition to picking up more cardiovascular exercise, will help. What happened?
Well, mainly, I met Joe. I’m not saying I got fat because I got happy (though that was true), but Joe genuinely opened me up to a lot more food. I never drank anything but mixed drinks; he got me into beer and wine, which are consumable on a much more regular basis. So, more alcohol. Also, I started eating more regularly. I would often forget meals back then, because I wasn’t all that hungry after a day of little activity. Joe is active enough that he can insist upon at least three square meals a day. I know I should eat more, smaller meals to improve my metabolism, but I honestly feel better and less disgusting after only two meals a day.
My other main hurdle in weight loss is that I can’t really have fiber in my diet. It’s getting beyond frustrating. I think I need to see a nutritionist.
It’s been really delightful showing off our wedding photos from last weekend. I think I might put a few up here, just for kicks, now that our website and Facebook page have gotten more visible. I am chomping at the bit to take more pictures now. Who will sit for me?
I’m so glad spring is finally here. It took way too long this year. We’ve got buds on the big tree just outside our apartment windows!