So much has gone on. We have gone forever without internet and, in this day and age, that is just plain unacceptable. But, in all truthfulness, it has made getting ready for school (for me) and applying for jobs (for T) pretty tough. We have literally been going out on street corners with my laptop, sitting on benches outside of restaurants, just to mooch off of their wifi. (For those of you more... "seasoned" readers, "wifi" refers to wireless internet access).
We celebrated T's first birthday both as a married man and a Seattlite by going to a greasy diner called Beth's for breakfast and then going to a swanky Mexican place with the House of Love (my old roomies, plus one other new husband) around 10:30 that night.
First couple of days - apartment hell.
Hell: 800 square feet and too much stuff.
Hell: not being able to take one step without stepping OVER.
First home cooked meal!
Very excited about our new appliances and gadgets. Salad spinner: get one.
Beautiful first meal! Even if our table was the only thing
that was cleared, it felt so great.
In addition to getting our apartment together, I have been working A LOT and T has been job-hunting. Thankfully, he got one TODAY! He'll be a full-time instructional assistant at the Children's Institute on Mercer Island ((http://www.childrensinstitute.com/)). He first heard about the school through our mutual friend John Huddleston (the same John that was in the San Juan post) who has the same job. They interviewed T only for a part-time substitute position, but after meeting with him, they offered for him to come on full-time! What a charmer he is.
As of today, this is what our apartment looks like. Only semi-chaotic.
T fixed a delicious dinner to celebrate his new job, and on the table are
the lovely flowers that I got him from the Pike Market. I am so proud :)
Our dining room chairs, if you couldn't tell yet, are INCREDIBLE.
Funny story: my dear friend, Natalie, was staying in our apartment
while T and I were away since the House of Love lease ended and
she had no where to go. I had bought several old burlap coffee sacks
in hopes of recovering some chairs when we got back to Seattle. When
T and I got home, we found the chairs from the House of Love, distressed
and recovered Anthropologie-style. My sugar-dumplin of a friend,
Natalie, made these for us for our wedding present. I couldn't
love anything more.
We still have no idea how the crap to arrange our furniture.
Oh, don't worry, there's already been a handful of
spouse-on-spouse abuse over this one.
See that flat-screen TV? Another story, and this one funnier
than the last. We find our queen bed on craigslist and go to
pick it up on T's birthday. We get up to this rand-o house, the door
opens to a giant. A giant. Actually, just a basketball player from
the University of Washington. So he's moving out because he
just graduated. Not only is he trying to get rid of the queen bed,
but everything else he owns. Come in, TV. Apparently he wasn't
really planning on selling it. But after T's pawn-shop style negotiations,
we walk out of this guy's house with a mattress, box spring, bed frame,
flat screen TV, surround sound system, 2 bamboo plants, 2 lamps for
just under $450.
To add to the grandiosity of the situation, this good fellow, who went
by the surname, Woody, was enjoying a bowl of his favorite herb if
you knowwhat I mean. We assumed this made the negotiating process
that much easier for us.
...and we still have a dang double bed in our hallway. But at least it's
because we finally have a queen bed in the bedroom. We're holding
out for my friend Abby to come get the double.
She was pretty excited when we offered it to her.
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