A Quarter Century.

Time for the obligatory birthday post.

Twenty five years old today. A quarter century old today.

It’s pretty crazy.

When I was a little girl growing up, people that were in their 20s seemed so old, so mature. To be honest, I think when I was younger (even through my teenage years), I assumed that by the time I was 25, I’d be all grown up, doing big things, maybe even married.

The truth is, I sometimes still feel like a kid. The fact that I look like I’m still 16 probably doesn’t help. No, seriously–I coach at a high school and one of the athletic trainers thought I was a player. Whoops. But yeah. I still feel like a kid half the time. And I guess that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with not being “all grown up,” needing the emotional support of my parents every now and then, and living a little more freely and without the plans I thought I’d have at this age.

In the coming weeks, there is going to be a lot of change in my life. I’m a little scared, a lot excited, and a lot nervous. It’s crazy how much has changed in a year, or in several years, and though my 10 year-old self wouldn’t be expecting my life to be how it is, I know she’d be proud. I’ve accomplished more than I’ve ever expected, my life has taken several turns I didn’t expect, and even though sometimes it’s difficult, overall, I’m enjoying the ride.


You Know What’s Pretty Cool?


Like that time that Adam went to look at an apartment NEXT TO THE PACIFIC OCEAN and he Skyped me in so I could see what the apartment looked like. (That part is in caps because I still haven’t fully processed the major changes that are going to be happening in the coming weeks.)

Or this thing called statistics. Blog statistics. Like when you look at your blog statistics for the first time since June and notice that one of your recipes has over 1,000 views (WHAT IS THIS) and that it’s on Pinterest.

That’s just insane.

And pretty damn cool.

On a completely unrelated note, this morning after I got out of the shower, I had the towel around my head and I was brushing my teeth. And I imagined that (and felt like) I was a troll. Like one of these:

So, I know I said last time that if you follow along you will see me grow into an adult but I may have to retract that statement.

It’s been awhile…5 months to be exact.

And boy do I have news.

I’ve spoken to my boss, some of my colleagues, and HR. I’ve told some of my friends and my family. And now I guess it’s time to share it with the internet:

In 5 days, I will be turning 25.
In 11 days, I will be at my current job for the last time.
In 12 days, it’s Thanksgiving. Which means I’ll be running my annual five-miler, and eating too much.
In 16 days, I will be packing up my apartment, and using the lovely people at Door-to-Door to do so.
In 18 days, I will get into my car with Adam, and we will hit the road for a 3,000 mile journey across country.
And finally…in 31 days, I will be starting my new job in sunny Solana Beach, California.

Solana Beach, CA

That’s right. I am moving to San Diego.

To be honest, the whole process has been very fast. I haven’t really had time to fully understand the reality of everything.

Just a couple of weeks ago, on Tuesday, November 5, I interviewed over the phone for this position. The following week, this past Monday, I did a Skype interview and “met” various people. By Tuesday they were asking for references. I talked to my boss and explained the situation. I must say that I’ve been very fortunate to be working for someone who is so incredibly understanding and who wants the best for her staff; she explained that she’d miss me but she was so proud of and excited for me if I got this opportunity. Later that day, I submitted three professional references, and for some reason, those people must’ve said good things about me (I guess they like me or something), and by Thursday I had an offer. I accepted the position yesterday.

They wanted me to start December 9, but I asked for it to be pushed back, so it was pushed back a week.

Since then, I’ve been trying to figure out what the next steps are.

First things first. I told my family. A bunch of them are coming over next weekend for a teary 25th birthday/going away potluck (because hello, potlucks are the greatest thing ever) at my apartment. I also told my 97 year-old grandmother today about it, and broke down crying in the process. In true grandmother fashion, she thought me crying meant I had horrible news but this is absolutely “wonderful” and she’s very happy for me. I am going to miss everyone, including that old lady, but also my best friend for 25 years: my mom.

Next on the list was telling my best friends from college, all of whom are currently in Boston (except for little old Lauren who is living the dream in San Francisco – so I texted her explaining that I am going to be her neighbor in SoCal). They’re all crazy excited for me. Next weekend (whichever day I don’t end up with family), we are most likely going to meet where it all began: in good ole Worcester, Massachusetts.

I’ve scheduled an appointment with my dentist for Monday. Three fillings to be done, because apparently, I don’t know how to brush my teeth. Also, that means I’m up to 16 cavities in my life. Because, you know, that’s completely normal.

I’ve scheduled an appointment with my mechanic to get an oil change and to check my car to make sure it’s ready to explore the country. It should be fine but better safe than sorry.

I did some research on moving companies, mostly those with storage containers that you put stuff in and they drive across country and drop it off for you. I’ll do a more thorough rundown on this another time, but let’s be real. PODS was very expensive (around $2800), and the woman on the phone was rude. U-Haul was very expensive ($1900 to begin with, plus extra money to drop off the U-Pod, and extra to hire people to load and unload, and then presumably extra for insurance; that was probably going to be around $2500).

Then I visited my good friend Reddit and did a search to see if anyone had advice for long distance moving companies. Someone mentioned Door-to-Door and a few clicks and a phone call later, I had booked my move. This lovely woman Christina is my contact there and she has been very helpful in answering my questions. No joke, I called her four times today. She also wasn’t rude like the people at PODS and asked me questions to make it appear that she was interested in why I was moving and like she really cared (well-played, Christina). The move, which includes the drop off and loading of a storage container, moving the container to the Connecticut-based facility, the trek across country, and dropping it off at a destination (or storage facility), PLUS up to $7,000 insurance of damaged goods, came to just under $2000. I am happy with that.

Next up: I need to change my bank, call the electric and internet companies, and start packing. And since I always did short-ish moves (Massachusetts to Connecticut, or across town), I never learned how to actually pack stuff into boxes so follow along on this blog to see my journey into becoming an adult. I should probably get a haircut too.

Another Week Gone By, Another Week Closer to California.


Left Maeby at my mom’s house so I could run some errands before and after work.


Off to the post office I went, to send out the brownies I made on Sunday, along with some other handmade things. Sometimes I get creative. This was one of those times.

After work, I stopped by my mom’s house and picked Maeby up. She was wiped out the rest of the night.



Tuesday started off with an early-morning run before work, while watching the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother…


Then I caught the beginnings of a beautiful sunset on my way out of work…


Came home to find a package sitting in front of my bedroom door. The roommate had picked it up and put it there. I knew it was an early Valentine’s Day gift from Adam, and I was so unbelievably happy about what it was, because I have wanted this print for awhile now…


Then Maeby cuddled up to me…


And cuddled up to me even more because she is definitely the most cuddly dog ever…


And then my roommate took this ridiculous picture of us. My dog looks jacked, by the way. I swear she’s not that muscular at all. She’s also not a big dog…

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Caught another beautiful sunset.


Went to Crossfit.


14 minutes AMRAP:

5 push press 135/95 (scaled)
10 goblet squats 53/35 (scaled)
15 kettlebell swings 53/35 (scaled)

=7 rounds plus 6 kettlebell swings

Then Skyped with Adam, because he got his gift in the mail.


Valentine’s Day.

Morning time with Maeby.

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Adam sent me flowers. I feel terrible because they didn’t get to me and when he contacted the company, even though he ordered them to arrive at my work before 5:00 pm, they told him they wouldn’t be able to get to me on time and they’d bring them on Friday. I’m not upset, I just feel terrible, because I know he put was really excited about it. To be honest, I’m just thrilled by the fact that he thought to do it.

Oh well.

Came home and ate some leftover Indian food. Chicken saag? Yes please.

Then Skyped with Adam for awhile.


Early morning walk with Maeby, caught the sun rising…


Got some good news regarding Adam’s birthday present. I won’t post about it since he sometimes reads here, but…great news. Great, great news.

Flowers from Adam! They made it. I got into work, and just as I was putting my lunch away, I noticed the delivery guy dropping off the flowers I was supposed to get yesterday, but didn’t. They were absolutely perfect and I couldn’t wait to get them home and put on my windowsill.



Maeby got one of her Christmas presents…finally.

maeby christmas present

Made chevre and fig preserve-stuffed chicken breasts.

I took Maeby for a walk and experienced something pretty scary. The good news is that I’m okay and Maeby is okay. And all is well.


Morning errands. A couple inches of snow fell overnight and everything looked beautiful.


Visit with my grandma. She’s 96 years old, by the way.

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Treadmill workout while watching “Tiny Furniture“…ran a total of 4 miles, walked a couple, and did abs.

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And now just hanging out with the roommate and enjoying the weekend.

California in less than a week!

Sunday Things.

Best way to spend Sunday morning?

Arrested Development and an early morning run…

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Driving over to my mom’s house, throwing Maeby in the backyard and shoveling for a few hours…

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Taking Maeby for a walk on sidewalks lined with three feet of snow on each side…

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And baking brownies for someone special.

Easiest recipe (if you can call it a recipe) in the world to come later this week.

It was a good week.

This week was good.


3-mile run in the morning with Maeby.
Photographing an event at work.
An afternoon at my mom’s with the dogs.




3-mile run with Maeby.
Leftover coconut fried chicken for dinner.

paleo coconut chicken

Maeby time.


Skype. Again.


Crossfit. 20 mins to work up to 5 RM Deadlift – 190#
Row with a partner, 500m, 400m, 300m, 200m, 100m. Each completing the distance before the next person can do it. For time.
Dinner with Rob and Zach. Braised short rib. Yes please.

short rib



Nice drive into work. Fog and snow is a beautiful combination.

morning drive

Lunchtime workout. I love my job and I love that we have an amazing fitness center on-site where I can work out whenever I want.

wed workout

More Maeby time.
Skype. Obviously.


Walked out of work to see this.



In the morning…


CXWorx class with my boss and a quick two-mile run during our lunch break.

Came home and snacked on one of my favorites.


Skyped with Adam. And he showed me this line from something he’s writing up. I love it.


“They both smile, life is good, if only for the moment.”


Woke up.
Laid around.
Started watching Downton Abbey.
Skyped with Adam for hours.
Played fetch with Maeby. Then she was wiped out.


And then it was Sunday. Today.

Worked an event this morning and loved the easy and beautiful commute in.


Took Maeby for a ride.


And then we made it official.

Only a few more weeks and I will be out there.