(awkward wave) (pause) Hi!

Yeah, but not really. (RE: post title) Here I go again, creating a new blog. But really, this time it’s for a pretty legitimate reason. I’m no longer preparing for marriage and the wedding. No more Style Me Pretty, Wedding Bee, pantone colors, vendor searching, googling of hair styles, collecting mailing addresses, and all the other CRAP. That is d-o-n-e. Thank goodness. All that is left is the fun stuff (RE: real LIFE that will matter in years to come) and I figured that is where this blog can start – new location, new career, new home, new life.

We are now in the Pacific Northwest (PNW). In the city where doctors are Dreamy and Steamy and a little south and west from where vampires and werewolves hang out.

I feel like I simply upgraded my life to a more complex version. The studios I teach at are busier and classes are therefore more intense. The career is more demanding but justly more compensating than my previous. I vowed to T that I would “cherish our bond for the rest of my life”. I’m somehow best shape of my life without working out 9 times a day or whatever I used to do. (Maybe I burn extra calories trying to stay warm in low 30 degree weather?) T likes to tease that I pretty much took my Southern California life and created a new Seattle “skin” for it.

Things are going swimmingly but I can’t help but miss the peeps down in SoCal. I have a pretty amazing family and friends that are pretty much like family. So my plan is to walk every day for at least 1/2 an hour and rotate through my favorite contacts. I know not all of my friends are going to be available and some are the opposite of “phone people” (ahem, drea, ahem)

It’s been 2 months since we walked down the aisle and 2 weeks since I started my new career. I have at least 5 trips on the loading dock including a few wine shows. There IS plenty to experience and explore and I hope to be able to share them here with some sort of insight and entertainment and not just self indulgence. At the very least, I will have a place to reference to when I lose my memory in some tragic sky diving accident or something.