So, my parents never acknowledged the sparkling nubbin on my nose when I saw them ALL DAY Saturday.
They always told me in high school and college that if I got a belly button piercing or tattoo, college would be paid for by me alone. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I got my belly button pierced before leaving for college. And promptly hid it from them for, oh, six years now. (Mom, Dad – if you happen to read this: Surprise! But at least it was my one and only rebellious action, right?)
After getting my nose pierced Thursday, I continued my thrilling weekend by packing all. freaking. day. on Friday.
Yep, I’m a fiercely competitive runner. Watch out, old men, you may just get beat by a tiny 24-year-old. I somehow managed to get second place in my age group. (I’m not going to tell you my time – because I am SLOW.) When it was all over, I felt sort of awesome. Having a pint glass emblazoned with, “WINNER” helped, I think.
After the race, the Big Move commenced. The big move consisting of two-point-two miles. With seven people and three vehicles – it was the easiest move ever. Seriously. I’m considering renting out my parents and three siblings to help other people. When it was over, we rewarded ourselves with a Trader Joe’s binge and some ice cream.
My family was impressed with our new little house. (Okay, it’s the bottom floor of a house – but what are you supposed to call that? Is it an apartment? Suite?) It’s seriously cute and gorgeous all at once – when we finish unpacking, I’ll show you. It’s within 10 minutes walking of the library, a yoga studio, over a dozen different restaurants, coffee shops, and pubs, and an amazing movie theater. It's Walk Score? Eighty-freaking-nine, baby.
I'm so excited to be able to walk places in the evenings and weekends when we want to go out to eat instead of driving. How awesome is that?