August was a busy month. Eric started his big-boy-masters-degree-required job in Portland. I stayed in Eugene and wrapped up my nannying job, while packing up our apartment for our big, never-ending move. And I spent as much time as possible soaking up the glorious running and biking trails in Eugene. Eric came home on the…
a quarter of a century.
I am one quarter of a century old. Eric hit this milestone last year, and I’ve been dreading it’s arrival for quite some time. I know that in the grand scheme of things, 25 is still very young, but my goodness, it feels so big! Perhaps it’s because I spend most of my time with…
notes from the snow.
Okay, I’m obsessed with this snow. Partly because they don’t plow the roads around here, so everything remains just as snowy today as it did on Friday. And partly because Eugene didn’t get any snow last year, so we’ve really missed it. Eric insisted we leave the house by car, so we drove to a…