Friday, June 7, 2013

Road Trip: SF to Philly

Have you ever driven across this God-forsaken country in a mini van packed to the ceiling with surf boards, a bike, boxes of crap, and a cat? Let me tell you what that's like. It's exactly how you'd imagine it to be--utter misery.

Last Sunday, we woke up on a hardwood floor that was generously padded with camping sleeping pads. There were piles near us--things to pack, things to trash. Dylan went to go pick up the van while I cleaned out cabinets and tried to organize. Could we have completed these tasks earlier? Of course. Did we? Of course not. On moving day, I walked from one room to the next noting how much junk we planned to drive across country; I continually shook my head, thinking "This is not going to fit." In fact, I had said these words aloud many times over the past couple of weeks and was responded to with a sigh and a "It'll fit." Dylan must have some master plan that involves shifting atoms and rearranging space in a way never seen before by mankind. If he says it'll fit, it will fit.

So, the stuff didn't fit in the van. Who saw that coming? As we carried out box after box, Dylan all the while organizing our belongings in a puzzle-like grid into the back of the Caravan, I noticed the apartment still looked relatively full of stuff, while the van was also beginning to look full. Finally, after trying to ignore the inevitable, it became clear that once again I was right and Dylan would need to hang his head sheepishly as I rolled my eyes. It was not a pretty sight. We left my baby guitar, some rugs, an adorable floor lamp, and odds and ends right there on the sidewalk outside of our home. We drove a couple of other bags to my friend's house, leaving them with her to mail to us, so we would be able to see out of the rear-view window for the next 3,000 miles.

That is how the trip started. 10 miles into the trip, and I was absolutely furious. You can bet I didn't speak one word for the first 5 hours of the trip. I'm shocked I'm not in jail right now for murder, because I was pretty close to committing that crime with almost no regrets.

After that start, the trip had nowhere to go but up. Wyoming was the "up" part of the trip. Mountains, a sunset, only slightly trashy people and a handful of God signs. Nebraska was the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. I can't even go into words without ranting like a pyscho, but let me tell you, it is depressssssing. Iowa did not improve. One town consisted of a liquor store and a Subway. AND THAT'S IT. Finally, a few states later, we drove into Ohio, where people started to become less and less creepy until we eventually hit the east coast, exhausted by almost straight driving, a vocal cat on a leash, and an upcoming sister's wedding. Next time we move across country, remind me to kill myself first.


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Sunday, March 31, 2013

Spring Break

Well, I got paid to take a week in March off of work. Yes, it's called spring break and every school has one, but still. It's nice to get a full week off from work while receiving funds to pay for the time away. I spent my hard (ish) earned money on a plane ticket and a trip to New England. We started in Boston, rented a car, and drove up to the most adorable sea-side town, Portsmouth, NH. I know you're probably thinking, "New Hampshire, really? Out of all of the New England states, you chose the unpredictable, slightly erratic, gun-toting New Hampshire??" My short answer is, "Uh. Yeah." My long answer is, "Uh. Hell yeah." The coast of NH is frickin' adorable. It's not just that there's an ocean; there are inlets and bays and bridges and islands and other watery things. Portsmouth itself is like a Northampton/Santa Cruz/other laid back town but without a college and with kayaks. Unbeatable.

Like I said, we started in Portsmouth, but throughout our time, we made our way down to Rye and Hampton, both towns on the coast, and then up to Maine. Kittery, Maine is 5 minutes north of Portsmouth. We drove through Kittery (um, hello future), and then up to York and even a bit farther. If you want to be the chillest person on earth, maybe walk a dog on a beach, drink Arnold Palmers on a porch, and sail to the nearest town, Maine is where it's at. I wish I had more pictures to show you how relaxed the area is, even at the end of winter, but you'll just have to take my word for it.

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Portsmouth, NH

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Hampton, NH

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Kittery, ME

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Paddle Boat in Golden Gate Park

This was an official dream come true. After two and a half years in the city, we finally paddled around Stow Lake on a beautiful, sunny day.


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Monday, February 11, 2013

Snapshots of the Weekends

I work pretty hard during the school year. It's kind of annoying. I plan amazing lessons that leave my students in awe, I grade essays and notebooks without breaking a sweat, and I say horribly important comments in meetings like, "Have we met before?" But even the most dedicated educator has to unwind, and this Winter, my weekends have been pretty booked up with awesomeness.

Here I am at Ocean Beach: photo

Playing mini golf in Alameda:
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Last, but certainly not least Pliny the Younger in Russian River:

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Monday, January 28, 2013

Tessa's visit

Tessa came out to San Francisco to visit! We did the touristy things and the the awesome regular things. Here is a quick peek. Pretend we are being witty and adorable as you look at the pictures.

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The obligatory "in front of victorian houses" shot

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The "buena vista, look it's the bridge!" shot

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The "wait what? is he really balancing those rocks?" shot

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Here's the "this tree is way big and older than Jesus" picture

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The "do you think I can fit in there?" shot