I don’t live alone

I’m a 30-year-old woman, and I don’t live alone.

I live with my boyfriend fiance, our dog and our two cats.

A couple times a week (if I’m lucky) I go running with my dog toward a small park. We run to the park, and around it so I can take my dog off the leash, and then we run home.

I like to listen to mostly bad music really loudly in the shower. I use Pandora or an iPod playlist.

I play ball every morning with my dog before work in our not-so-big backyard. He gets the deck in the backyard really muddy.

I watch the Daily Show from the night before while I eat breakfast in the morning. Then I put my dishes in the dishwasher.

I have a closet and a half full of just my clothes. I also have another closet all to myself for miscellaneous items. We have a lot of stuff, it’s not hidden anywhere.

We keep the heat really low in our house when we sleep. I still get hot sometimes, because we snuggle up under the down comforter. The dog sleeps on the floor next to me. He won’t sleep on his bed unless it’s next to me.

On weekends during the day, I usually do something productive, and then have nap time.

I no longer watch TV in bed on weeknights. I miss it a bit. 

I rarely have nights where I eat a single person’s dinner, like cereal or eggs or taco bell. Usually I eat with Trevor or we have some leftovers I can eat.

We don’t have cable, and watch Netflix or DVDs exclusively. Our parents can’t believe we would miss the Broncos games! Somehow we survive.

I haven’t taken a bath since I moved in here.

I still go to bed early as often as possible. I got Trevor into it and he often wants to go to bed before I do. My new problem is that I get incredibly chatty when he prefers to be asleep.

I still watch embarrassing TV. Netflix has all the episodes of 19 Kids and Counting! But together we watch more respectable shows, like Breaking Bad or Orange is the New Black.

We clean sometimes even if no one’s coming over. It’s fun to have a cleaning partner.

My toiletries are kept in a giant bin under our bathroom sink. And two other bins in our bedroom closet. Occasionally it’s hard to find stuff.

I park on the driveway. I still have to scrape my car off when it snows, but I never have to spend time searching for a spot or carry groceries blocks and blocks and up a lot of stairs.

We used to eat at the table more often, but currently we’re way into watching Orange is the New Black while we’re eating.

I like to watch TV and browse the internet simultaneously. I do that less often now.

I haven’t lived alone for about 7 months. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. 



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New Age

On my birthday, the Universe sent me a birthday card.

Not the electronic Universe that sends me notes. But the actual, physical Universe.

Here’s how it happened:

I spent my birthday in Napa with my mom, sister and two aunts. We had planned some winery tours and dinners and were just there to eat, drink and be merry.

The morning of my birthday, I decided to go out for a short run. It was raining slightly, but still warm. I ran down a quiet road that went along vineyards and past some horses.


It looked something like this.

As I neared the place where I wanted to turn around to go back, something caught my eye. I picked it up, and it was a card.

On the front it said, “Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.” On the inside it said, “Happy Birthday to an original.” And then had a small heart drawn inside.

It was a great start to the day/year/decade.


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30 days til I’m 30


Not really. It’s actually 26 days. But 30 sounded better (and I first intended to write this post on Sept. 1, but I was enjoying a wedding hangover in Vail).

Since I was about 11, I believed that 30 was my lucky number. I had just started playing competitive soccer and had to choose a number for my jersey. I wanted to be #15 like my big sister, but someone else had already taken it. A family friend suggested I choose the number 30 because then I could be “twice the player my sister was” (he understood sibling rivalry) and it was the number of the day of my birth, September 30. Ever since then, I’ve considered it to be my lucky number. It’s still the number I wear on my soccer jersey.

So, let’s consider this: This year is also my golden birthday. I will turn 30 on the 30th! Lucky number or not, it’s two important milestones in one year.

But what does it mean to turn 30? Last year, this happened to Trevor (coincidentally it was his golden birthday also) and I joked a lot about how he was becoming old and he would probably only want to clip coupons or make scrapbooks instead of going out from now on. That hasn’t happened…mostly.

For me, it’s hard to wrap my head around how I feel about the upcoming decade. I have heard that being a woman in your 30s is much better in a lot of ways than being a woman in your 20s. I’ve heard you’re more secure, more sure of what you want, more focused and wiser in a lot of ways. I think I’ve definitely felt that begin to blossom in the last couple of years, so maybe that’s true.

I also find myself wondering if I made the most of my first 30 years, and if I’m where I “expected” I’d be at this age.

My first thought is that I’m really glad I lived abroad when and how I did. All three times in Spain (studying abroad as an undergrad, being an illegal immigrant, and getting a Master’s degree) served different, and important, purposes. Also, my brief stint living in Boston was definitely a great lesson for me. Without those experiences, I don’t think I could appreciate where I am right now so much.

I’m also glad I traveled. So far I’ve visited about 15 countries on 5 continents. There are still plenty of places I want to see, but so far I’m pleased with the progress.

And professionally, I guess I’m not sure I could ask for much more. I’ve gained some valuable experience that has set me on what I think is the right career path for me. I’m definitely still extremely excited about and grateful for my current job. So we’ll go ahead and put that one in the winning category.

My personal life could go in that category as well.

So, I should feel GOOD about turning 30, right?

I guess. But I’m not sure I do.




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The Garden Groweth

Remember when we planted a garden?


It grew.


And it’s produced some things.

Mostly zucchini.

ImageThis photo was taken moments after I discovered and picked our first zucchini! We were so excited because we had no idea if anything would come from spraying water on these plants all summer.

Since then, there have been dozens. 

ImageThese are some baby ones, not quite ready to be picked.

I’ve made two batches of zucchini bread, grilled zucchini to include in a salad, frozen some, thrown some away that went bad, and Trevor made stuffed zucchini the other night. Zucchini!

And besides that, we have some butternut squash! Four to be exact. One is a runt.



If our garden looks a little untidy, as though we just threw some plants in the ground without planning what should go where or allowing enough space for them to grow big and wide, that’s because we did. We’re beginners.

And, that pretty much sums up our garden experience. We have 2034982309 zucchini, four butternut squash, lots of what I think are cantaloupe plants that have taken over the backyard but have yet to produce, and one “mystery vegetable” plant that I thought was a tomato but has only grown yellow flowers so far.

We’ve also grown some grass! Turns out if you plant things and spray them with water regularly, a lot will grow. Including weeds. I’d say our weed to grass blade ratio is currently at 1:1 (hence no photo.)

I’ve discovered I somewhat enjoy yard work. Too bad it’s one of those things that just goes on the list of “things I’ll do when I have time.”



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Birthday Celebrations

Trevor’s birthday is coming up, so as part of his celebration we drove to Ft. Collins to do a little hiking followed by a tour of the New Belgium Brewery.

We got lost looking for our intended hike, so we just pulled over on a dirt road, got out of the car and walked up a mountain. Trevor often has “bear went over the mountain” syndrome, where he likes to climb to the top just to see what the other side looks like.

So we did.

Here’s what we saw:




ImageHave I mentioned how much I love summertime in Colorado?

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Summertime in Colorado

Last night, we went to a concert. The main act was Devotchka, playing with the Colorado Symphony. It was wonderful.

We were at an outdoor venue called Red Rocks. The scenery, the weather, the music. Completely amazing. I wasn’t able to capture all of them, but I did take some photos.



Hooray for summer!

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ImageAs I’ve mentioned, life has been going through some changes for me. In the past 3 months, I’ve started a new job and moved.

In their own way, these changes came from a lot of planning and preparation. And so, if you think about the entire process of their evolution, they are not entirely “new.” For example, while I am new to this job, it’s something I’ve been working toward for a while. My experience helps me know what to do. Moving in with my boyfriend is something that felt right and logical due to the rhythm of our relationship, and came from a foundation we had already built.

But, as far as my day-to-day living routine, my physical location, and what my life feels like, these things are new. And I am at the beginning.

And just like my garden pictured above, the beginning holds so much possibility. So many things could happen: In the fall, we could have a harvest of delicious fruits and veggies. All the work, time and money we put into planting the garden could reap grand rewards. Or, our plants could wither in the summer sun, leaving us with some expensive, showcased dirt. And anything in between.

I find at the beginning, things are exciting purely because you don’t know which way they will go. So many things can happen, which also feels scary. No one can predict the future, and it’s even harder to do when things are new and you have no idea what to expect from them.

But, I’ve got a really good feeling about these things. So far, so good, you might say.

And my word for the year, my ‘New Year’s Resolution’ as it were, was “Joy“. And, I’d say that it seems pretty accurate so far.

While I can’t predict the future, I really think that these beginnings have great things in store.

Well, besides the garden, which is already competing with some hungry squirrels.

“Don’t be scared of what you cannot see, your only fear is possibility.” -Pete Murray

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