Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Feeling Restless.

I’ve been feeling restless.  There’s really no other way to put it.

I’ve hugged my husband no less than one hundred times in a matter of days.  Because he’s here.  And I’m lucky.  And there’s no logic to say why he is here and others aren’t but that’s where we are.  So I’ll stop typing and hug him again. 

It’s not unhappiness, it’s not discontent, it’s more just a feeling of being somewhere in between.  And we’ve all been here – dealing with the emotions of why our lives play out one way and others’ another.

Sometimes it’s a very apparent realization that our life isn’t hard.  I mean by any real sense.  We have days where it’s tough to pay a bill or where the synergy from our wedding must have been left in Iowa.  But, when you see people in every direction around you either passing through a real rough patch, passing by with little recognition of the person they have become or just passing on, perspective takes over. 

But the happiness and contentment in life are real too and sometimes I have to remind myself to enjoy them.  Because the rough patches will return and there will be moments when our actions are unrecognizable but at the end of the day it’s an honor to be here, no matter where we are! 

So, take a minute to smile at a stranger and pay your bit of happiness forward.

And if you need a little help, here are a few things that made me smile this week…

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Making a House a Home.

Our new house.
We have moved twice now to houses that we had only previously viewed online. Andy and I talked recently about the weird feeling that ensues when you get to town, with a key in tow, and start driving to this place that you will make your home.

This time, we bypassed our house to go to the ocean and then back-tracked to see if our new house did, in fact, exist. The walk-through starts with a sprint to the door and an immediate sigh of relief when the key unlocks said door. And it proceeds with a strange feeling. The empty walls and rooms will hold our memories for the next year and yet they look so foreign.

So, we started the week. Me. Andy. Clothes. An air mattress.

Andy making our house a home :)!
And we ended it with all of our belongings in most of their new places. It's starting to feel less like a house and more like a home. Which got me thinking about what it is exactly that makes a house a home. Is it putting your spin on the walls around you and filling them with belongings that remind of where you’ve been? Or is it that you gradually make memories – laugh for the first time in new walls and – let’s be honest – cry for the first time as well.

My Office.

My "other" office!
But if home is where we laugh and cry than I have many homes.  So, I think home is where we lay our heads each night and has more to do with the people that help us to feel comfortable in our skin than the things that surround us. 

Dining Room.  Sometime, ask us the story about Imperial IPA and furniture shopping.

This guy {and his friends} are a gift with purchase at our new place!
Our backyard :)

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Getting to Where You’re Going.

The open road!
Andy and I are as different as we are alike in almost all areas of our life. The title of this blog is only one example of that. I sit at my computer all day and earn a living through the creative execution of ideas and he works through process issues for a large organization with a unique combination of engineer and legal strategy. 
Goodbye Oregon Coast!

My clothes are usually strewn across a hotel room in chaos while Andy’s military training is always at its best in the form of perfectly packed luggage and efficiently rolled clothing. But, as I said, we are as alike as we are different.

Someone wise once said; same information, same values, same conclusion. And so we hit the road with the same information; 3800 miles to travel. The same values; enjoy the journey while getting to the destination. And eventually we got to the same conclusion; Melbourne, Fl. But, friends, this trip was not without pause.

California outside of Yosemite.

Andy in Yosemite

We paused for a trip to urgent care after Andy discovered an infection on his hand from fishing. We paused while traveling through a scary route in Nevada {picture a scene from a horror movie!}. We paused for a dented drive shaft and cracked housing unit between the transfer case and transmission. {And I paused while paying for that incident!} Just to name a few…

See that faint road in the middle of the picture?  Yeah, we traveled that twice.  Now picture it in the dark!

Zion National Park.

Lake Powell, UT
But something happens between where you are and where you are going. For us that something was “truck dance parties” and a simple realization that it’s not what happens to you, it’s how you react. From the smallest bumps in the road to the largest twists and turns, we all have the power to control how we ebb and flow with what life hands us. And though our issues weren’t life-shattering, they reminded us how blessed we are to be on this road together {with all each others' good and bad} and we were thankful to take the time to fully experience it.

A broken truck in Flagstaff, AZ.

Santa Fe, NM
And so our differences served us well in all of our situations but so did our likeness. And today while sitting in our new home we value the champagne we brought from Oregon and the toast to where we have been and all the places we are going.

Cheers to a long and windy road!
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