Fabulous and Flirty and Thirty

Today is my 30th birthday!

A little weird – a lot exciting.

I’ve had some amazing 20s. They were all about being selfish, young and crazy – getting to know “single in the city” living; starting and cultivating my career; making new friends, learning what true friendship is, and losing a few friends; testing out relationships in an attempt to find what (and who) I like; discovering new hobbies; wasting money and not saving; yo-yo dieting and body image fluctuation; many insecurities coupled with insane growth in confidence; and slowly trying to change into the woman I wanted to be (and attempting to shred the traits I didn’t like about myself).

My goal for my 20s was to move away from Seattle, and while it took my nine years, I did it! (Also to stop socially smoking and stop tanning – and I did those too)! My future wrinkles will thank me later.

I squeezed a lot in from 20-29, and I will always only have the fondest memories about that decade of my life. Not everyone can say that, so I’m proud of doing the things I wanted to do to keep myself a happy, healthy and sane 20-something.

But, I’m really looking forward to what my 30s are going to bring me. While 20s were for me being selfish, young and crazy – my 30s are when I imagine I’ll grow into the “grownup” version of myself I thought about when I was little. And by that, I mean the property buying, babymaking, marrying, saving and spending responsibly type. (Yes mom, this decade will probably bring you GRANDCHILDREN). How crazy is all of that to think about! This will be the decade my career will really flourish, and I’ll become my most healthiest self. This will be the decade I will be most proud of the person I am. The decade I’ll be friends with those who make me feel best. The decade I travel more, discover more new hobbies, make even more amazing memories and possibly even more friends. I can only hope that all my loved ones (and little kitty) will still be by my side on this next 10-year ride.

My goal for my 30s is to write a memoir (here’s looking at 39 to get that done ) and to work on that whole “flirty” thing a bit more. Because, my *wish* for my 30s is to fall in love…

“I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.” – Carrie Bradshaw

I can’t wait to see how it all turns out!

Currently Feeling: So loved after my birthday week visit from Katie, celebrations with my Seattle/San Francisco friends, and birthday surprises in the mail!
Currently Anticipating: Napa tonight for the big birthday-night celebration!
Currently Needing: To detox after this week of celebrating with too much wine and tons of good food.

As the days kept turning into night

Well, my friends – 2011 is officially gone and past. For me, it was a “Banner Year.” I made it my goal to end 2011 and my 20s with a bang, and I feel like I succeeded. I know my journalism professors are turning over in their yet-to-be-filled graves by the use of the “banner year” and “out with a bang” cliches, but sometimes cliches feel oh so right. I’m just so full of love, luck and happiness in my life these days, it makes my heart three times its size.

As I look back and say goodbye to 2011, I’m simultaneously looking back and saying goodbye on my 20s since I’ll turn 30 in two short weeks. Oh how, oh how, do you write a post summing up an entire decade?! My general conclusion is that life.is.good. Each year I’ve learned to right a few wrongs, improve just a titch, enjoy new and exciting hobbies, cross off many bucket list items, and really revel in all the joy friends, family and success can bring. I feel like I’ve slowly been growing each year into a better version of myself than the year before, and I’m so excited to jump into 2012 – my first full year living in San Francisco. I have a lot of thoughts around what I want my year to look like, which I’ll also be sharing with you this week, along with the bucket list rundown of 2011/2012. But first, I thought it’d be easier to create a video recap of my year instead of posting a 900 word diatribe with 100 photos.

So, I present to you … a video recap of what I was doing in 2011 as the days kept turning into night:

Currently Feeling: Glad to have finished that video! Has taken me all week, but I’m getting better at iMovie. It’s pretty fun!
Currently Anticipating: Jersey Shore starting this week! Is that bad to admit?
Currently Wishing: I could have just been in Maui with my family over my actual birthday – hate stressing about celebrations. :/

This one goes out to the ones I love

How was everyone’s week of gluttony – the week where we stand up for everything America stands for by lying around and getting FAT on Thanksgiving comfort food?! So haute.

This past week, there were a LOT of posts on Facebook (as I’m sure everyone saw) about what people were thankful for… also a lot of quotes and comments about being thankful all year round instead of just one day, blah, blah, blah.

I know I’m very grateful for the gifts (and amazing talent ) I’ve been given. I frequently talk with my sister, friends, mom and dad about how lucky I feel. I really, really do. But I think because of the reason, season and time, we all give a few more thoughts during Thanksgiving week about what we’re especially grateful for.

I jokingly posted on the interwebs that I was thankful for spandex. Just to cut through the seriousness. But if we’re being serious (for serious, seriously), for me more this year than usual, I’m thankful for “each other.” Or more specifically, my friends and family. As cliche as that sounds, let me explain…

This is a lesson you learn even more so when you move away from home and relocate to a new city: Your 16 circles of people become two circles of people. The people who love you and take interest in your life, are those who call to randomly chat and check in (rather than just checking Facebook) and go out of their way to spend time with you because they love and appreciate your friendship just as much as you do theirs. Two way friendships stick around and one way friendships disappear. You stop taking advantage of the time you spend with those you love (because they are oh.so.missed), and your schedule becomes less spread super thin and more focused on those who just make you feel loved when you’re in their presence. This is what life is about.

It’s not easy to move away from all your life-long friends and family and sometimes sit in your house by yourself when it’s your nature to be social, to see everything your friends are doing at home and wishing with every bone in your being that you could cab to their house and go together, to explore new neighborhoods and lunch spots alone, or to not have a group to plan a camping trip with. I realized more so than ever that my personal relationships are more important to me than anything else in my life. I’m growing and learning and changing and having SOO much fun in a new city, exploring a new side to Jeanna. But I just don’t like being away from the people I love. I don’t at all.

But this is another lesson you learn when you move away from home: You work really hard in a new city to make your “family” – your home away from home – which might be 5 people instead of 30. Five very, very special people. In my new city, I’m surrounded by new friends, new people I’m quickly beginning to love, and a small circle of people who are becoming my family and my home away from home. And now, when I’m home in Seattle, I miss them and the fun they’re having. I want to take a cab to their house and go together. They’re my people to explore new neighborhoods and lunch spots as we navigate a big city together. As we miss our “homes” but choose to make a new home together.

What I learned this year is that I’ll never be able to stay in one spot anymore and not miss someone – this is what happens when you can call two places home… or three… or four.

But, I can go everywhere and find people who will love me, and love everyone back just as much, or even more, regardless of my location.

That’s what I’m thankful for.

Currently Feeling: Annoyed my flight is delayed two hours (again!). Damn you, SFO fog!
Currently Anticipating: Sleeping in my own bed tonight and cuddling Miss Stella!
Currently Loving: My new Kindle Touch! (I totes bought it, even though I totes didn’t need it. Whoopsie. But, I love it so much better than the keyboard one!)

One phone call

*Alternatively titled, “What a difference a year makes,” but that makes me think of the horrible book by the same title written by the Bachelor, Bob Guiney that I bought in 2002 to get over a breakup, and it made me want to stab my eyeballs out

I thought I’d break this long silence to let you know I finally decided that I’m curbing my Bali yoga trip recap and post until I feel like I’ve fully decompressed from the trip. The whole thing was so beautiful, magical, inspiring, loving and spiritual, that’s it’s going to take me a bit to decide how I want to share it (and if that’s even possible)! I’ve been too bogged down with how to write about Bali, and miss sharing my every-day fun such as all the new recipes I’ve tried, my latest obsessions that I know you’d love too, the fun things I’m doing, and the thoughts swirling around in my head. So, here I am again.

Bali aside, I had something else entirely that caused me to login and write today.

I know I’ve talked a lot here about my transition to San Francisco from Seattle this past year, and what it’s all meant to me. I don’t want to harp over and over on the same topic, but I do want to commemorate a special moment before I move on again to writing about food, fashion, booze and fun. (The important things in life, obvs).

One year ago yesterday, 10/10/10, I was flying home from a food blogging conference I attended in San Francisco for work. I had stayed with my friend Caitlin, and it was while walking around together through the Pacific Heights neighborhood on a particularly warm October day that I had this overwhelming feeling that I just belonged in this city. It was the only logical next fork in my life path.

I had spent most of my 20s talking about wanting to move to SF, and I talked about it again that day to Caitlin. I’m sure to her that was just it – talk. Another person talking about their dreams. But it my mind, it was with even more conviction than I’d ever previously had. The City was calling me.

My conviction followed me thousands of feet above San Francisco in a plane back to Seattle. I was inspired to make the move in my 29th year and my mind was reeling from how I could make it happen when I ran across a quote in the book I was reading, Little Bee by Chris Cleave:

One phone call: I realized it was as simple as that. People wonder how they are ever going to change their lives, but really it is frighteningly easy.

Frighteningly easy.

Frighteningly.

Easy.

I bookmarked that quote in my Kindle. And instead of wondering how I’d do it, where I’d live, where I’d work and all the little details – I began to realize that I just needed to simply make the decision to move and the rest would follow.

Five months later, my phone rang. “I’m sorry, we went with another candidate,” said the voice on the other line.

The amazing position in Seattle at my dream company that I was one of two people in the running for went to the other person. I immediately hung up and called my parents:

I didn’t get the job, and I’m moving to San Francisco

One phone call, and I had changed my life.

And one year later exactly to the day, on October 10, 2011, I found myself flying home again. Except this time, it was to San Francisco.

What is the dream you have the decision to make into a frighteningly easy reality?

Currently Feeling: Sick from eating too much caramel popcorn. I’m WAY too obsessed with 479 Degrees organic popcorn company made in SF. It’s amazing!
Currently Anticipating: A big huge fun two-day music festival this weekend called Treasure Island Music Fest. I get to see my new favorite band live, Cut Copy!
Currently Needing: A good, long vinyasa class after a weekend home, eating junk and not working out.

Only thing separating me from cool is two straps of Velcro

//via *jbird* on Flickr

Today is my three month “Move to San Francisco” anniversary.

Moosfversary?!

I swear I’ll stop acting like a 16-year-old girl in love for the first time, counting every anniversary. “Happy eighth-month anniversary baby! Heart, heart, XOXO, heart heart heart. What!? You didn’t get me a dozen red roses for our eighth anniversary?! I hate you. We’re broken up. Until tomorrow.”

P.S. Girls are crazy.

Anyway, the significance of this three-month date is that I didn’t start feeling like myself, literally, until this week. You see, I’ve been posting a lot of fun, happy updates (because I am happy and having fun), but I want to share with you the hard part of my journey too. Less sugar coating, more reality, if you will.

There’s something about moving away to an unfamiliar place, away from all your friends and family, uprooting everything you’ve known for years, that just shakes you to your core. A good shake – not like a death, divorce or layoff might shake you, but challenging still. I knew that it was going to be a bit of a battle, but I didn’t know I’d be walking around feeling like half of Jeanna for three months.

See – a lot of your environment, including the people around you, defines who you are. How you spend your time is a big one – the people you go to dinner with, the fitness studios where you choose to push your body to its limits, the grocery and drug store employees you see every week, the work environment you spend eight hours a day (or more) in. Take that all away – take away all the people and places you’re familiar with – and it makes you feel like a part of how you define(d) yourself is stripped away.

Molly of Stratejoy wrote a great blog post this week (funny timing, I tell yah), about her struggles with moving away from Seattle also (to San Diego) this past month. She wrote about how she’s homesick and misses the creature comforts from her familiar city, and how she wants to “stop procrastinating on some healthy and creative habits … and let go of some unhealthy crutches.” You can just click through to read, but Molly’s struggles with taking part in passive leisure (things that feel “nice” but require little thought, ability, or skill such as watching TV or surfing the net, ie: FACEBOOK) rather than active leisure (things that require you to engage, learn and create such as sports, creative pursuits, cooking for pleasure, learning a new hobby) are SO ME in the last three months.

While I’ve been having lots of fun getting to know my new city the last three months, I haven’t pursued my yoga practice since here, which has really bothered me. I’ve been overindulging (in adult beverages and rich food) with visitors and new friends. I’m not as connected or comfortable in the tech and social media scene in San Francisco as I was in Seattle. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed about how to get places, or where to go for certain necessities, and the need to research everything feels like a chore. I’ve slept late and sometimes barely interacted with people for an entire day (or showered for two) since I work from home. Not to mention the whole move has felt surreal, and sometimes I still can’t believe I actually left Seattle, and think maybe I’m just on an extended vacation. All in all, I’ve just generally felt disconnected from the hot-yoga-doing, healthy-recipe-trying, happy-hour-going, new-hobby-trying, business-networking-social-butterfly girl I knew so well in Seattle (and was really getting to love).

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But Jeanna’s getting her groove back. And it didn’t take a hot black man to do so (although that would have been nice too).

I started my week, feeling like I’m finally fully settled into the swing of my new life, and my new environment is starting to define a new Jeanna, whose new skin I’m increasingly more comfortable in.

I love working from home and making my own schedule, but still visiting an office a couple days a week for coworker interaction. I also feel really lucky that working from home (WFH) allows me to make my food fresh every day from scratch, so I’m eating more “clean” than ever before, avoiding unhealthy lunches out and fast food. I’m learning my neighborhood too – the little specialty mart that sells amazing organic fruit and my favorite handmade tamales, the new salon I walk to for haircuts and colors, the coffee shop that sells addicting breakfast burritos, the park with an amazing view of the entire Bay that I love to walk through, the secret places to park, and the fitness center across the street from me that has the best Balletone class. I’m back to feeling healthy, eating right, and scheduling workouts into my day, which is a big part of me feeling like the best part of me that I can be. And I’m even getting to know the bus schedule, how to pronounce the street names, and my way around the city when driving (without Google Maps).

I’ve also finally completed all those little annoying idiosyncrasies of moving that have been on one long to-do list for the last three months, preventing me from feeling truly settled in – getting a new license, hooking up Internet and TV, getting an extra key made, buying a parking pass, meter card, bus pass, and one of those entirely too large plastic boxes you have to stick on your car window with two pieces of Velcro, so you can drive through the fast lane across the Bay Bridge and Golden Gate Bridge (so many bridges here) without stopping in long lines of cars to pay your toll.

Except one of my new friends got in my car yesterday and said, “You MOUNTED your FasTrak?! Only the dorks MOUNT it.”

San Francisco Jeanna – getting her groove back, but still so far away from being “San Francisco cool.”

Currently Feeling: A little weirded out that a friend of mine now has a dog that shares my name (albeit spelled differently). Not everyday that that happens. (Isn’t the double thats always so awkward! Couldn’t figure out my way around that one).
Currently Anticipating: A trip to Napa tomorrow to see one of my Seattle BFFs who will be there on a family vacation! Wahoo 80 degrees and wine tasting (again)! P.S. Two blogs on my Napa trip coming soon.
Currently Obsessed With: Kahlua Keurig singles.

A little peek inside

I thought it’d be fun to show my blog lovelies a peek inside my San Francisco apartment*! (Taken from my iPhone, which is the reason for the video shape):

Humble San Francisco Abode from Je on Vimeo.

After living with roommates my entire 20s (minus one year I first lived alone, post college), I knew I wanted to try living by myself again when I moved to SF. At first I was a bit nervous that I’d hate living alone as much as I did in my early 20s. I’m somewhat of a “social butterfly” and have always liked having someone around to chat with, make dinner and watch reality TV with, or be there if I’m sick or something goes wrong.

But over the past three months (!!!) I’ve been in San Francisco, I’m happy to report that I freakin’ love living on my own and am so glad with the decision I made. It’s not anything against my roommates in the past because I’ve had some great ones who I miss (minus the one absolute crazy roommate off Craigslist who owned more than 20 houseplants and a cat that rubbed its butt across the floor, collected antiques, left all the cupboards in the entire house open and only bought in bulk at Costco).

Ahem, tangent.

Anywho, there’s just something so nice about having your own apartment. I’ve loved decorating it just the way I want, and have gone on many “skies the limit” trips to Pier 1 (my favorite home store) and am constantly perusing Etsy for homemade decor.

I also love only worrying about my mess, and the couch and DVR is always mine! And I can buy flowers for my kitchen every week and play music loudly when I’m getting ready without worrying about someone sleeping, I never have to fight for the bathroom, or who’s cleaning it, and there’s no tempting bad food around to steal and then have to replace later.

My apartment just feels so special, and all mine, and is my own personal oasis to relax. Le sigh.

Do you live alone or with roommates? What do you like/dislike about it?

*You can see the before photos of my apartment here.

Currently Feeling: In love with lulu’s WunderUnder crops – I think I might love them better than the Groove pant now.
Currently Anticipating: A fresh new haircut, a meeting with a potential new (fitness) client, and the Clap Your Hands Say Yeah concert tonight. Great day!
Currently Loving: White peaches. Or summer fruit in general. Been devouring homemade fruit salads left and right.

Hippee

This past weekend I pumped up my bike tires out of the tired winter slump and bought myself a little bike basket! I’m so excited! Mostly* because the basket will fit my bag (with my laptop) or grocery bags (and Trader Joe’s is within bike-riding distance), meaning less driving my car and more exercise to get to coffee shops for work or to run errands. Win, win!

When I texted a pic of my new basket to one of
 my BFFs, she called me a "Hippee." Ha!

I accidentally bought too much at Trader Joe’s my first go at bike riding home with my goods. Like a 30-pound bag of stuff! It made the front of my bike “top heavy,” and my balance was all thrown off. It was a treacherous ride home! Lesson learned: bike riding my groceries home will not only be great exercise, but it will decrease my over-spending too! Yippee!

*Partially because I see more bike riding time in my future this year while living in a less rainy and cold city.

Currently Feeling: Great after burning k-cals on the elliptical tonight – I’m excited for all the group classes at the new fitness center I joined (across the street from my house).
Currently Anticipating: Figuring out my Fourth of July plans! Lake Tahoe might be on the horizon… it’s weird to try to make plans with a bunch of people you don’t know very well for such a big holiday! Normally I would have been the one planning a cabin trip or joining best friends at a lake house… oh comfort zone, you’re by-and-by.
Currently Loving: The seven-layer bean dip I made (with carrot chips instead of tortilla chips)!

The epic San Francisco update

So – after a crazy long, harried, stressful 15-hour car ride with a cat that wouldn’t calm down or sit still, I made it to San Francisco last week (with my sister, and my parents driving the moving truck)!

My awesome, awesome dad unloaded the entire moving truck while my sister “wo-manned” the truck out front in case of looters, and my (awesome, awesome) mom and I unpacked. After it was all said and done, my dad passed out in the sun, and as you can see, Ashy had a tough time standing around watching the truck all day.

I’ve spent my first week in San Francisco unpacking, spending time with my family while they were here, unpacking, shopping for all that random stuff you need in a new apartment like shower organizers, waiting for my Internet to arrive in the mail (THAT sounds weird), navigating this new city with Google Maps NEVER leaving my hand, unpacking, unpacking, enjoying the SUNSHINE, unpacking, organizing…

I’m all set up in my new apartment now; there’s not even one box left to put away! I’ll be sharing pics and SO many more details from my first week here. Every day I learn something new, go somewhere new, meet someone new. It’s been very exciting, and very challenging.

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Everything is made better with mustaches

Last week this San Francisco thing started to feel REAL. I might have mentioned in this blog post that apartment searching felt REAL real. But now it’s REAL, real, REAL.

I’m sure I’ll come back to you after tomorrow and Wednesday – the pack the move truck and drive out of Seattle days – and then it’ll be REAL, real, REAL, real, REAL.

Um, yeah. This is happening.

I’ve been talking about the move and going through the motions for a month now, checking off my laundry list of to-dos. But, up until last week, I don’t know I really sat down to think that this all means I’m leaving Seattle, specifically the Queen Anne neighborhood – my home for the last eight years. Eight.years. How did THAT happen?!

I started off the week with packing up some of my apartment, which was the first moment that I was all, “Um, what am I DOING?!” I fought back a few tears only because my roommate was home. Otherwise I think I would have been blubbering with snot on my face in sweats, spooning cake frosting into my mouth ala Goldie Hawn in “Death Becomes Her.” Remember that part?! Love that movie.

After making it through the “packing up my entire life” hump, I ended the week with a Cinco de Mayo going away party with MUSTACHES. This is the third party I’ve thrown with fake mustaches. Some of you might think that’s weird. I think it’s awesome. Throw a mustache party, and I promise it’ll be the most you’ve laughed in a long time. And afterwards the photos are even more hilarious. Everything is made better with mustaches. Even moving away from your best friends and family.

So, this is where the move gets the hardest. The Space Needle view can be replaced. The 25 restaurants I was dying to try and never got a chance to can be visited when I’m home for Christmas or the summer. The fabulous Seattle summer weather will be replaced by fabulous San Francisco Indian summer weather. The festivals I love so much that I go to every year – Oktoberfest, Summer Solstice Festival, The Bite of Seattle – those will all be replaced with San Francisco’s version.

But the people – oh the people of Seattle. Those of you who have made me laugh daily, met me for brunches and happy hours and barbecues at Golden Gardens, shared cabins in Eastern Washington with me and the drive over with Sparks, attended birthday parties and dressed up for each and every one of them, eaten drunken nachos and fried macaroni triangles, sat next to me while I cried, cheered on my dreams and career moves (or lack there of during my summer of Funemployment), held my hand occasionally or ever loved me as much as I loved you, and worn mustaches for me every time I’ve asked. You know who you are. YOU can’t be replaced, my friend. And that is what makes this move to San Francisco to exciting, so freakin’ freakin’ exciting. But so bittersweet at the same time.

Currently Feeling: Pretty good with where I’m at timing wise – almost all packed up and ready to go.
Currently Anticipating: One last Peso’s visit tonight for happy hour. All roads lead to Peso’s. If you ever find yourself in Seattle – GO! Best happy hour in the city.
Currently Needing: A picture frame for my new San Francisco Ork Poster my BFF bought me!

And then she lived next to a little garden in the sun

On Wednesday I flew down to San Francisco to embark on the FIRST step that’s felt really real since I decided I was moving out of Seattle… the epic “I have three days to find an apartment” trip.

Since I’ve shared my news of moving to San Francisco, I’ve received a ton of questions – “What neighborhoods do you want to live in?” “Are you keeping your furniture?” “Are you flying or driving down?” “Are you keeping your car?” “Are you getting a one bedroom or a studio?” “Are you going to live alone?”

I haven’t felt like I could tackle any of these questions until I could visualize, myself, what this little life of mine would be like in San Francisco. What my apartment would look like, what kind of neighborhood I’d live in, the space in San Fran that my life would fill… I had just as many questions.

I’m not sure what apartment hunting is like in the (what I’m sure is fabulous) city or town you live in, but in Seattle it’s a rat race. It’s a refresh Craigslist every 15 minutes, call immediately, WIN the first scheduled appointment, never, ever walk away from an apartment you love without claiming it situation. In San Francisco – it’s that times 100. I don’t think my eyes left Craigslist for two full days. I was a scheduling macheen. I drove my rented little P.T. Cruiser (hawt) up and down and forward and back. I learned the streets quickly, the neighborhoods even quicker, and ran a stop sign or two before I realized they’re at every intersection, oftentimes hidden behind trees. Woopsie.

I dodged traffic, had my iPhone’s Google maps app glued to my hand and fought to park all over the damn place – moving my car every two hours, so I wouldn’t get a ticket. I drove by the water, screeched to a halt every time I saw a “For Rent” sign, continued through the fancy, expensive neighborhoods, and through some, uh, less fancy and expensive neighborhoods. I viewed apartments that, as soon as I stepped in their front entryway, I knew they weren’t for me. I walked into more than a couple $1,700 apartments that wouldn’t fit my queen sized bed and were rundown, chipped paint, dirty blinds, stained carpet, windowless places. Who gets away with charging $1,700 for that?!

Finally, I thought I found a place I was okay with, but I had one more apartment scheduled to view that I wasn’t thrilled about – it was a little further away from the “action” than I wanted to be, and I could barely understand the manager on the phone when I called. I thought I’d give it one last ditch effort, but when I arrived, I couldn’t even find the darn place. I walked up and down the street, trying to match the apartment address to the Craigslist posting and it.didn’t.exist! It skipped from one building higher than the address to one building lower than the address. Who knew I was supposed to be looking for this tiny iron gate, covered in ivy and squeezed between two larger buildings.

I thought the gate led to the backyard of one of the big buildings. What I didn’t know, is that behind that gate is a tree-lined walkway leading to the tiniest, private off-street community of 12 apartments with a shared garden that has a patio with barbecues, and a cute bright, updated one-bedroom apartment with built-in bookshelves and shutters looking out on the garden that is just perfect for my home office. My head said, “I think this is it…” and then after one sleep, my heart said, “That’s definitely it.”

So, I signed the lease and am traveling back to Seattle with three brass keys in my pocket and finally the VISUAL of what this little life of mine will be like in San Francisco.

I can’t wait to show it to you guys after it’s all decorated and moved in!

Currently Feeling: Exhausted and so happy to be back in my bed with my little fur-ball love.
Currently Anticipating: A bunny pub crawl tomorrow, dance party Saturday night and dinner with my girls on Sunday! Gotta squeeze all the best time friend in that I can.
Currently Loving: The “spring cleaning” of moving and simultaneously getting rid of unnecessary crap!