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Swellyroo Clothing Goes Live

Finally after months and months of sewing, then taking and editing over a 1000 photos, and basically learning CSS to get online, Swellyroo Clothing finally went live August 25th, 2013.

Swellyroo.com officially goes live!

Swellyroo.com officially goes live!

After moving to Texas last November 2012, The Texan and I decided that I would officially start to look for work right after the holidays. Since we were financially stable, we could afford this. Between getting all of my stuff here, unpacked, and getting emotionally settled in to a whole new life, looking for a new job was a little daunting. Okay, really though, looking for a new job is probably always daunting. For the next few months, I started sewing anytime I wasn’t applying for mental health jobs.

[I will discuss the state that Texas “mental health” is in at a later time…please view this video in the meantime that talks about how Texas is LAST in Mental Health Funding.]

To make a long story shorter, I received so much positive feedback about the items I had sewn for my niece Esmé, I decided that I would try my hand at sewing a line of creative and unique baby clothes. Designed to be colorful, unique, and different-than-what-comes-in-a-three-pack at the store, Swellyroo clothing provides the basics in a beautiful way. If all you pair the items with is a white tee, or some moccasins, your baby will still be fashion forward in a fun way.

Swellyroo Pinafore and matching Diaper Cover

Swellyroo Pinafore and matching Diaper Cover

I am hopeful about the launch of Swellyroo.com, and I am excited to see what happens next!

Privilege Creek Ranch: A Southern Thanksgiving

Babette and I arrived in Austin just in the nick of time for Thanksgiving. During the last portion of our trip I continued to quote the great John Hughes film Plans, Trains, & Automobiles as it seemed fitting. We had been invited to spend Thanksgiving with my Texan and his family out on the family ranch near Bandera, Texas. Privilege Creek Ranch has been a beloved family destination for multiple generations. I had heard so many wonderful things about the ranch and its splendor.  The Texan told me stories about how he had spent summers out there with his granddad fishing on the lake and hunting on the acreage.  I had built up the ranch in my mind to be this absolutely astounding and beautiful piece of Texas land where the family would gather and share  many wonderful moments.

We made our way down the unpaved winding road, my Texan driving, Babette in the back, while I rode shotgun. I was still in awe that it was some 70 degrees on Thanksgiving. The sun was shining and we wound around until we arrived at the ranch gate. I was so excited! We continued on and finally arrived at the house. Such a warm and loving welcome. We were with our southern family at last.

Final preparations were made, and we gathered to give a prayer of thanks. All were in joyous spirits, and we laughed as each person squeezed around the large dinning room table that wasn’t quite large enough for elbow room. Everyone accepted this humorous eating challenge with excitement. It was a wonderful feast with plenty of left overs. After dinner, many retreated to watch football, some to walk the grounds, with others preparing for pie, coffee, and other goodies. This dessert portion of the afternoon was actually doubling as a wedding shower for a pair that had eloped within the previous month. Laughter and love filled the room as each person shared advice and warm words for the newlywed couple.

After copious amounts of cake, pie, and sweet treats were consumed, it would be assumed that all would return to football or a nearby couch. Not the case. This would be the first round of Thanksgiving hunting. Prior to my departure, my grandpa had gifted me his Winchester 30-30 from the 1920’s. The Texan rounded up the rest of the gear including shells, targets, ear plugs, a 10-20 rifle, and his 30-06. We took the ranch SUV out to the shooting range and set up. After a thorough course on gun safety and operations by my love, Babette and I were ready. AMAZING! What power!? Not too bad of a kick, and I at least hit the target (that was 100 yards away) at least once with the 30-30 and once with the 10-20. Loved it. Of course the Texan was an amazing shot, but he was very supportive of Babette and I spreading our gun wings…..

While we were on the shooting range, we could hear shots in the distance, which we assumed to be the rest of the family who had headed out to the dear blinds. We didn’t return to the house until dusk and when we did, we discovered that 15 year old Zachery had got a buck. While he and some of the other men were bringing it in, we had some bits of delicious leftovers, and plopped down to watch the Cowboys play the Redskins. Apparently, there was a secret cellar in the “Trophy Room” where we were lounging. The Texan took us down there and we discovered a treasure trove of collected items from the ranch including fossils, arrowheads, old bottles, horns, and other dusty items. After we emerged, the Texan disappeared. I didn’t find him until I ventured outside, where he and Zachery, along with two of the other cousins, were beginning to skin the deer. Oh Boy. This is not for the faint of heart. Nor are my photos (you have been warned). I watched (and documented) the entire process and can now say that I know what it sounds like when a severed deer hoof is thrown into a bloody bucket of its insides. Yep.

That night Babette, the Texan, and I stayed awake laughing until the wee hours of the morning. I’m not sure about what exactly, but I remember commenting on the dried deer blood on the Texan’s shirt as he went to hug me… I laughed and accepted my southern fate, and gave him a big hug right back, deer blood and all.

There had been discussion about getting up at 5:30am to go hunting during round 2–this time actually going out to a deer blind and not just the shooting range–however we were simply too tired when the alarm went off. Around 9am, I strolled out to the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee and yummy breakfast of bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit. The hunters returned around 9:45am with 3 more deer who had not been so fortunate. All of the deer made there way into the walk-in cooler, right in between the left over turkey and pies.

For our final ranch activity, the Texan took Babette and I, with several other family members, on a drive around the land. It was a beautiful, warm, and sunny day. It was a perfect way to end our first southern Thanksgiving at Privilege Creek Ranch.

The Eyes Of Texas Are Upon You

As the sun was beginning to set, we neared the border between New Mexico and Texas. Of course I had my heart set on a picture of the ‘Welcome to Texas’ sign that I assumed was going to be larger than life. Everything is bigger in Texas right?! Well apparently not if you cross over in Farwell, Texas on I-84.

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You can imagine my disappointment.

Just as I was about to have a major rant, Texas pulled through in all of its glory.

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Hallelujah!

4284061We had finally made it! Captain didn’t quite understand why I had woken him up for this photo op but he obliged. Holden just sat in the cat tent/cage meowing uncomfortably as he had done for the majority of the trip. A sense of great accomplishment came over Babette and I which solidified our plan to drive straight through to Austin without stopping in Lubbock. We had just about 8 hours of driving left. Babette was finishing one of her shifts, I would drive another three hours, and she would bring us into Austin.

I sent the Texan a screen shot of us, finally in the same state.  I was overjoyed to have made it to my new home state safely and with no major barriers.

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The west Texas sunset was gorgeous that night.

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Babette and I made it to my new Austin home at about 1:30am Wednesday (or very very late Tuesday night) just in time to prepare for Thanksgiving, Texas style! Our road trip was epic. There are so many details that I can’t possibly cover, as I still feel as though I’m recovering from this move half-way across the country. Suffice it to say, she and I are closer than ever and we have perfected the southern accent 😉

I am finally at home with my Texan.

Sigh.

“Y’all can go to hell, I’m going to Texas!” -Davy Crockett

It begins.

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Busy Falling in Love & Moving to Texas: Part Deux

It’s been a whirlwind romance. It’s been a whirlwind several years. I won’t re-cap in great detail—you can read back through the posts if you’re very curious—but I will say that the last few years (and more recent months) have been filled with self-reflection, radical acceptance, and courage.

As I have been preparing to drive halfway across the country with two cats and my best friend—for a boy I’ve fallen head over heels in love with—I’ve done a lot of reflecting on how I have come to be in this position. I fully intend to document the adventure that will begin this Saturday November 16th as Babette and I head south, but for now I’d like to highlight just a few of the life lessons that I have learned within the last 5 years.

(In no particular order of importance)

  1. There is no good reason to have a credit card. I’m sorry but there isn’t. There is REALLY no reason to EVER have a joint credit card. Save your money. Pay cash. If you can’t, you probably shouldn’t buy it.
  2. According to society, it is a risk factor for a single woman to own more than one cat. It could be argued that there is a risk in owning any cats as a single woman, but clearly there is some degree of exponential (read convex) growth in terms of the number of cats owned and likelihood of entering cat ladydom.
  3. There are clear blue jobs and clear pink jobs. Sometimes there can be purple jobs, but only if partners are equally skilled, competent, and have agreed that both working at the same purple job will complete it faster. When women and men start mixing up jobs, things get confusing and people get their egos bruised. Best to clarify from the start which jobs are what color.
  4. The risks associated with alcohol consumption more frequently outweigh the benefits. Also, alcohol should never be included on a person’s “self-care plan.”
  5. Having a “5-year plan” is silly. There is no way to predict what turn of events will or will not take place. Please see previous post Series of Unfortunate Events. Best bet is to take all steps possible to be prepared for what might happen i.e. used gained wisdom from self-reflection, radical acceptance, and courage to be content with life and find purpose in daily living. Happiness will be the side-effect. The only plan one should make is to be debt free.
  6. Moving frequently encourages minimal possessions. Minimal possessions decreases risks of entering a life of hoarding….Does frequent moving and minimal possessions therefore increase the risks of becoming a nomad? Is that bad? That seems like a bell curve of some sorts…
  7. You can’t mail liquor boxes (unless fully wrapped covering all labeling) despite their amazing qualities as a sturdy shipping box.
  8. The cheapest way to move to another state is via the United States Postal Service and Wal-Mart. Boxes are about 69 cents each at Wal-Mart and if it doesn’t rattle, it ships media rate…. Just be sure to get delivery confirmation. Those pods, trucks, and everything else costs several thousands of dollars.
  9. It is important to step out of your comfort zone from time to time. Go on random dates, go on blind dates even, interview for jobs so that you can practice presenting yourself in a professional manner, say yes to the invitation to go out even though you would rather just veg at home.
  10. Be hopeful. Be thankful. Be open. Be wise. Be silly.

One random evening…

Busy Falling in Love & Moving to Texas

August 8th I was thinking it was about time to get off the OKCupid online dating scene. I had gone on a string of okay dates but nothing that was really life changing or anything. I was near the point of being resolved that I wasn’t going to find my “ideal match,” and I was especially sure I wasn’t going to find anyone in Portland. Part of me felt that it would just be easier to accept this and to stop looking—just to spend my time working, paying off my debt, and hanging out with friends. Originally I had started a blog because of all the “free time” I had at my new job. I started by making a spreadsheet that ranked the OKCupid dates according to several key characteristics such as coziness factor, humor, and several other elements of what a good match might be for me. However, simultaneously several friends warned me about becoming a crazy cat lady since becoming divorced and receiving “full custody” of two felines. Mostly it was a joke, but it was concerning because more than one person made this joke. This topic—my potential journey towards cat ladydom—made for several good blog entries, some even featuring cartoons of what that life transition might look like. The threat of potential lifestyle change prompted me to revisit the idea of the OKCupid spreadsheet, and eventually I added Captain Burrows and Holden Caulfield to the scales…just to see how they would compare. Sadly, the aforementioned cat companions outranked 66% of the men I went on dates with. There was part of me that thought this was absolutely hilarious, and another part of me that was terrified. I decided not to include the spreadsheet on the blog.

I talked with my co-worker friend and brought her in on the issue at hand. I gave her a run down on the types of people I had gone on dates with and how they matched up with my idea of “the perfect man.” “You’re never going to find all of those things in one person,” she said. Was it really going to be impossible to find this dream man? I then began to mull over the list of “ifeverythingwasperfecthewouldhavethesetraits” traits. Taller than me—preferably in the 6ft range, dark hair with maybe a scruffy beard, a little bit bigger so I can feel cozy and protected, absolutely funny, understanding of mental health and what it is I actually do, enjoys a little friendly competition here and there, good family relationships, solid long-term goals, values academia and has a least completed 4years of college, smarter than me or at least my intellectual equal, able to hang out with my brother and parents, love of traveling, camping, and the water, added bonus if he’s sailed previously, financially responsible with the ability to look ahead and delay gratification, ability to drink responsibly or not at all, has understanding of christian values and how growing up in the church has shaped who I am, affectionate and sweet, soft at times and nurturing but also able to take the lead and be the alpha, witty and able to engage in friendly banter, knowledge of Simpsons quotes, content being with friends or just relaxing at home, able to love and support me when I’m happy or sad, understands that relationships take work sometimes and that love means making sacrifices for your partner and the well-being of the relationship, and finally someone who is going to love me just as much as I love them.

Warped by Disney

I was told this was not going to happen. It’s like people want you to settle for the bare minimum and the idea of waiting for the man of your dreams is long gone. But I had been through the wringer. My ex-husband maybe had one or two of those traits by the end of our marriage and there was no way that I was just going to be with someone for the sake of being with someone. I was happy being single. Happy to be out of a toxic marriage, and to be working in a fulfilling career, and spending my free time doing whatever it was that made me happy. Art, swimming, sewing, watching I love Lucy, having drinks with friends, dinner with my parents, or just simply being content—something that I had not been for a long time. I was also hopeful for the first time in years. Not even hopeful for something in particular, but just hopeful about the future. I devised a strict plan to pay off my debt within three years so that I could be ready for anything. I had dreams of moving to Europe to be a full-time artist. Dreams of buying a boat and living on it, or even fixing up an old RV and just traveling across the states. Things that I could do on my own and that would make me happy. Very deep down however, I still had dreams of finding my true love—my sweetheart and perfect match that would have every single one of those traits that were (according to my peers) impossible to find in one single person. I was resolved to continue on this path towards a life of solo adventures. That is until August 9th.

Message sequence on OKCupid: August 9th:

Aug 9, 2012 – 6:03pm

Hello! After reading your profile, I have to admit that I think you, as a person, sound quite awesome. And I’m a little bummed that you live so very far away, which makes it really tough to ask you to tell me your story over coffee sometime. I would still like to hear it though if you are interested in sharing. I’m an ENTP, so I can identify with that iNtuitive/Thinking combination. For me this manifests as a constant curiosity about the world and what makes people tick.
Leaving a long relationship an knowing that it’s best for everyone takes guts and I commend you. I was engaged last year and had to break it off for similar reasons to those you mentioned. C’est la vie!
Anyway, just saying ‘hello.’ I’m here to meet people and make connections and not looking for one-nighters or quick hookups. I’m more interested in getting to know smart interesting people and you seem like one of those. And for the record, I would toss out a blanket and stare at the stars any time.
– The Texan”

Aug 9, 2012 – 6:17pm

Wow, we are quite the match aren’t we! 😉 I’m on my phone right now so it’s not as easy to message, but how did you come across my profile? It’s weird that when I read your profile I gasped at how much in common we have
-Kelly”

Aug 9, 2012 – 6:27pm

You actually popped up on the side-bar under “you might like” =) I’m up for some friendly conversation about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness if you are!

-The Texan”

Aug 9, 2012 – 6:28pm

Call me 971-***-**** 🙂

-Kelly”

That afternoon I was spending time on the Tolman down at the sailing club. It was absolutely gorgeous out and a perfect day to be on the water. I was still finishing up somethings for work, attempting to prepare for my upcoming week long vacation. The 9th was a Thursday and I planned to just relax on the water and work from the boat. Since I had previously resolved to take a break from dating for an undetermined amount of time, I had signed on to OKCupid to disable my account. That’s when I read the message from the Texan. Like I told him, I gasped quite a few time while reading over his profile and looking at his pictures. I may have also thought “oh boy, a Texan. I’m in for it now,” but it just made sense to respond and chat this boy up. He still had a couple hours to go at work so we just texted a while. We talked about sailing, how we spent our free time, ideas about psychology, and how we came to be on an online dating site. It just kept going like that. You’re a Linux admin? My dad did that. You’re a Texan? My dad’s a Texan. You love camping? I’m going camping on an island next week. You sailed in college? I grew up sailing. You have a bachelors in psychology? So do I. You have a younger sister? I have an older brother. We just kept going like that. The amounting similarities seemed unreal. Finally he was off work and he called me. I laid there in the v-berth looking up at the blue sky without any nerves. You’d think that striking up a conversation with a perfect stranger would be awkward and sort of like a fixed script when asking all of the usual “get to know you” questions. Except it wasn’t awkward at all. The Texan and I had perfect ebb and flow. He immediately picked up on my humor and I laughed with his. We started sharing the details of our life, childhoods, families, and dreams. Our disappointments in past relationships and lessons learned about life. We spoke for several hours that night. And then we planned to talk the next night.

After work on Friday the 10th , I was officially on vacation. I packed a bag and headed back down to the Tolman. Again it was a perfect day on the river, a perfect way to start my vacation. My brother and his wife were planned to fly into town that night from NYC, but unfortunately their flight had problems and they were delayed until the next evening. They had planned to go camping with my bro’s HS friends and their girls so I didn’t really have plans until they arrived at home on Sunday. That morning the Texan had texted me and we continued to banter throughout the day. He kept setting me up for these perfect opportunities to say something like “come join me on the boat,” or “the only way to cool off is to take out a truck and sleep under the stars,” which of course I said. His responses were perfect, always indicating that he would love to go on whatever adventure I had joked about, but that he was in fact in Austin Texas and I was 2000 miles away in Portland Oregon. For some reason, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. I mean it was, but it most certainly wasn’t going to deter us from having some enjoyable conversation with a person with whom we were “a great match.” He called me when he was off work around 10pm pacific and I was cozy in the boat. I planned to sleep there, so what better way to spend my evening than talking to a charming Texan? We talked about visiting each other and planned our hypothetical dates in our respective cities, outlining what romantic activities and adventures we would plan for each other. I felt connected to him, and it was clear that he felt it too. Sometimes I don’t know why I say the things I do, but I impulsively asked him whether or not he thought he might kiss me if we had been talking in person on this “second date.” He laughed and said “Absolutely!” I think we spoke for 5 hours that night.

The next day, I woke up the the sounds of the sailing students rigging their boats. I got up, walked to Starbucks for an iced coffee, and returned to the boat. I gave him a quick call because I knew he wasn’t yet on his way to work. Again, it just seemed so comfortable. I had plans to take my friend out on the river, so we planned to talk again later in the evening. I spent the whole day texting him and telling my friend every little detail about our conversations and how they were so incredibly perfect. I went home that evening, showered and again we had a long phone date, talking late into the wee morning hours. It was never dull. We never missed a beat, and the more and more we learned about each other, the more it seemed as if we were, excuse the cliché, made for each other. I was giddy. I told him on Sunday the 12th that if he kept saying such sweet things to me, I was going to become twitterpated. Truth is, I was already twitterpated. The Texan said everything that my heart needed to hear. He spoke about his love language, and about how he already felt drawn to me, and that he wanted to protect my heart. That day he asked me “If we were dating and you had a migraine, how would you like to be taken care of?” What a drastic difference from the wusband! The ex always behaved as if me not feeling well was some big inconvenience for him, as if I was purposely having a migraine to slight him in some way. And here I am with this sweet southern man asking me future oriented questions about how he might support me?! I told him I loved how sweet he was. His response was to tell me that he was in fact a bit smitten himself and that he refused to ignore how much he liked me. Understandably we both had some emotional armor up due to our previously broken hearts. It was easy for us to communicate though, and we would share how our excitement came with some trepidation mixed in. We validated our fears and affirmed our excitement and moved forward. We had our traditional phone date that night after my family had dinner and watched a movie. It was hard to hang up the phone at 4am and to make sure he knew it, I sent him a goodnight text of “xo.”

Monday August 13th brought the first mention of wanting to meet. We had lightly mentioned it earlier but the Texan announced officially that he had “decided” that we “had to meet.” “35 hours and 2000 miles to drive” he wrote. My immediate thought was “that’s not bad.” I’m convinced that anything can be put in the right perspective if one has the appropriate motivation. We traded ideas about a road trip between Portland and Austin, and how we might be able to bring the idea into fruition. Then he asked “what does your October look like?” I’m sure I giggled. I called him my sweetheart.

That afternoon my family took the Tolman out on the Willamette to lounge on the boat, have a picnic lunch, and swim behind Ross Island. The Texan and I could not go for more than 5 minutes without some text message being sent. Needless to say, our phone date that night lasted hours. We were becoming more comfortable with each other. There was an undeniable connection between us. Sweet statements about kisses and being cozy together crept into the conversation. By that phone date, I was most certainly hooked and wanted to know everything about this southern character that I could. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to give him a big hug and kiss. I wanted to fly to Austin. I was excited that he had just popped into my life, and I couldn’t quite (and didn’t want to) recall how I had gone on for so long without knowing him.

Tuesday August 14th was going to be spent shopping and packing for the annual trip to Sand Island. I came upstairs in the morning to get some iced coffee and decided to look at flights, just to see. It was the kind of crazy impulsive thing that you hear about people doing when they’re in love. A ticket to Austin in September was $250. I asked the Texan for final booking approval and just like that, I was on my way to the south in exactly one month. Immediately after receiving the confirmation, I thought I was going to be flooded with anxiety. Except, there was none. Only excitement and anticipation. “This is really happening,” I thought to myself. I was smitten as a kitten with a man who was 2000 miles away. Tuesday night we had our first facetime date. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was sooo handsome! I just wanted to hug and kiss him. He told me I was more beautiful than ever. I wanted to be next to him, cozy in his arms. He kept looking at my lips and I knew he wanted to kiss me too. All I could think was how the next month was going to be the longest month of my life.

I was up bright and early the next morning (August 15th) excited about this boy and excited to be headed off to the island. We mutually agreed to close our OKCupid profiles, which implied that neither one of us was interested in browsing through the sea of other potentials. The night before, the Texan had told me that he had gone on several dates with another girl right before we started talking, but that he was going to let her know he was “off the market.” It was happening. We were somehow becoming exclusive long-distance sweethearts and we were both excited to do it. We arrived on the island and set up camp. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the Texan would love it. Love camping there, swimming with me, and playing cards with my family. I wanted to lay in the hammock with him and look at the stars. I thought about him constantly. He sent me a message in the late afternoon, asking about the infamous Facebook status change. I had been keeping my brother and sister-in-law abreast of all my heart flutters and about how I may have met the man of my dreams. I had also informed my mother a few days earlier that a Texan had somehow managed to sneak into my life and into my heart. My dad, however, had not been involved in these discussions. Initially I wanted to wait to make the elusive status change until I had gone to Austin. The Texan pointed out that there really wasn’t an appropriate status description because we were technically not “in a relationship,” but “it’s complicated,” didn’t really apply either. “The only thing that’s complicated is the fact that you are 2000 miles away,” he said. I agreed. If this boy was down the street, we would be inseparable. We had already declared our “like” and admiration for each other, the only thing getting in the way of this amazing relationship was a pesky 2000 miles. “In a relationship with The Texan.” It was confirmed. Silly as it is, but for our generation, the Facebook status update is pretty intense. This is announcing to several hundred people that you are linked to another person. Screaming it from the virtual mountain top.

I had started writing him a letter while on the island, adding bits and pieces after swimming and while lying on the beach. I thought about the Texan constantly. I was so happy and it was just bubbling out. I was so excited to fly to Austin in September. I’d never felt this way before. I started trying to remember when I had been so happy in all of my life. The only brief moment that came to mind was when my ex had proposed, and still yet, simply thinking about the Texan evoked even stronger feelings. All day on the 16th I swam and relaxed on the island. I just wished the Texan could be with me. My heart would race when I thought about him and especially when I thought of us doing things together. Not even special things. But instead, things like lounging on a couch talking, or walking with my arm hooked through his. How on earth was I going to to keep this man forever? The question was real and I realized that somehow I had managed to fall in love with someone 2000 miles away in a matter of 7 days. That night, as I laid there in my tent, the Texan and I were talking. “Texan?” “Yes Kelly?” “I like you.” His laugh was so cute. As if he was just taken aback with my 6th grader-esque declaration. “Kelly I really like you too.” The words I love you continued to flash through my mind. It was really hard to focus as we continued to talk into the night. Then all of a sudden the Texan said “Kelly?” I took a breath. “Yes Texan?” My heart was racing. “I think I love you.” It stopped beating right then, or at least it skipped a couple beats and I had to remind myself to breathe. I’m sure he could hear my smile. “Texan, I know I love you!” I broke into giggles and he laughed. I had never been so happy, and I made sure to tell him that. He told me that he knew I loved him, and that it had seemed like I had wanted to say it for the past few days. I guess when it’s so real and deep, and you are just filled with love and admiration for someone, it apparently seeps out without your knowledge. My heart still pounds when I think about it.

The Texan and I continued to talk for hours every night leading up to my trip to Austin. The airport moment was just as romantic and perfect one might imagine, with the first kiss and all. I’m blushing right now.

Two trips to Austin, one trip to Portland, family meet ‘n’ greets in both states, and it was official. This Texan and I decided we needed to be together for the long haul. After I make my final payment on my car in two weeks, I will have eliminated all of my debt outside of my student loans. This was my plan, such that I would be ready for my next adventure, whatever it would be.

I’m going on the biggest adventure! I’m moving to Texas to be with the love of my life!