I'm sure it's probably the same in other places, but I've never lived anywhere else, so I can't be sure. I do know that, strangely enough, it almost never rained the entire time we lived in the Atlanta area. Seriously, there were 2 thunderstorms. In about 8 months. For a Birmingham girl, that is crazy talk. I've also learned from one of my NCDC coworkers that it almost never rains in Colorado... at least not compared to how it rains in Georgia.
Yes, I realize that I just spent 2 paragraphs of my life talking about the weather, but it interests me. Afternoon thunderstorms are another thing that I'm wondering if I'll have to learn to live without next year.
For those that haven't heard, we're moving! In about a month we'll be heading up to Washington, D.C. for a while. Pete's doing his one year LL.M. program at Georgetown, and then who knows what will happen. I hope that a year from now I'll be writing that we're moving to Birmingham, that we both have fabulous jobs waiting there, and that we'll be buying a cute little house, but who knows. If a fabulous opportunity falls into either of our laps in DC or the surrounding area, neither of us is adverse to staying there on a somewhat permanent basis.
We couldn't be more excited about this development in our lives, and not only because D.C. seems to be turning into "Sewanee in the City." (Seriously, it's getting ridiculous how many people I'm running across who live up there, or will shortly.) I could also not be more freaked out about the actual act of moving (apartment renting, job hunting, etc.), but I'm trying to make progress everyday on the details. (Pete will freak out later-- right now he's too busy freaking out over the bar exam. One thing at a time.)
What seems so strange is that we've already started to say goodbye. It would seem that once we move, we'll be staying up there until next summer, probably with no trips home. Obviously one never knows, but it seems unlikely that we'll do much in the way of travel to the south. It's still just so unbelievable that what seems like the longest three years of our lives is actually almost over, and we're really leaving. And soon.
We were in Sewanee this weekend for the 4th of July, and it was so strange and sad to leave, knowing we won't be back soon. Granted, it has been almost a year since we've been up there anyway, but this will be on purpose. We took hundreds of photos, and would have taken more if the camera battery hadn't died, and I hadn't run out of film. (Yes, film. I have a wonderful digital camera, but film is my first love.) I know there's not a chance that I'll ever forget even a square inch of that mountain, but it seemed to urgent to document every second of our trip just in case it took forever to come home again. And yes, that's home. Still is, and I hope it always will be.
The stupid people at Walgreen's messed up one of my rolls of film, and the others aren't great, but what I have will go on Facebook as soon as I get the chance. I'm thinking of making a Facebook album scrapbook of sorts-- reminicense (is that a word? And did I spell it right?) for my fellow alumni of the best place on earth, and education for my friends who haven't been there. It feels strange that so many of my friends have no idea what I'm talking about when I'm telling a college story, and while I know pictures can't do the Sewanee experience justice, it's the best I can do until I have enough money to buy a mountain house and throw parties for everyone I know. It's pretty much my goal in life.
Be on the lookout for pics on the 'Book, and expect me to update more in the next several weeks as I freak out more about the next phase of our lives.
Oh, also, I'm considering making the blog private for various reasons... I'd be glad to add you as a friend, or however you do that, so that you can read it, but I need to know if you want me to. Comment or send me an email or a FB message and I'll make it happen.
Peace, y'all!
