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Tennessee is Floating Somewhere Above Our Bed.

Back in April, I announced that Daniel and I had received an official answer from the landlord regarding the lease signing, etc.  This isn’t news, but I did write extensively about how I wanted to set up the apartment, and how I was trying to be all crafty with our headboard, especially since I’d been seeing so many cool ideas on Pinterest.  While I do not have photos of the entire apartment, Daniel did manage to capture a few shots of our “headboard”, and I wanted to share them with you.  Also, I think he did a wonderful job mounting it.  Don’t you think?

Do you recognize it?

How about now?

I will give you a hint. This is a close-up.

It’s a map of North Carolina!

It’s not a headboard in the truest sense of the word, but I think it looks awesome.  I found this map of North Carolina in the basement of his parents’ house.  They didn’t seem to have any use for it, so I took it, cleaned it up, and brought it to the apartment.  Daniel liked it, and even hung it for me.  I like it because it adds just a little bit of color to our very neutral room.  Also, it will help me improve my NC geography knowledge.  And I like to pretend I sleep in Georgia.


Living the Good Life

Hello again.  I am actually writing this post from our new townhouse in downtown Durham.  I talked a little bit about it in my last post.  I am extremely pleased with how it has turned out.  We pay a little bit more than we did in Rochester for a lot more stuff, including a washer, dryer, and dishwasher.

So, where do I start?  Daniel graduated two weeks ago with his Bachelor’s degree (finally).  I’m really proud of him, he did great.  I ended up flying to Rochester on Saturday night, and he graduated the following morning.  By the way, I’ve decided that I actually really like flying.  This may be a problem for Daniel, because he hates it.  I can’t stress the word “hate” enough, because he just won’t do it.  I thought it was kind of fun, personally.  But, anyway, I digress.  We moved all of our stuff into a van on Sunday, after graduation, and started out for North Carolina that night.  That was not our original intention, but it worked out.  We spent the night in Harrisburg, PA, and arrived in Durham in the early afternoon on Monday.  I’m so happy he’s finally here, and we’re done moving for a while.

The townhouse looks amazing.  I’m sure there will be pictures coming soon.  We are still kind of settling in.  I’m enjoying Durham quite a bit now that I have Daniel to show me around to all the cool places.  We’ve even been doing some partying.  Last weekend we met up with Daniel’s best friend Jeremiah, and we got to meet his girlfriend Mae.  On that Friday we went to Fullsteam, and then to Bull City Burger and Brewery to eat dinner with Jeremiah’s parents.  I had met Jeremiah’s mom before, but I’d never met his dad.  His dad was adorable.  I don’t know how else to describe him.  He has a beard and glasses and wears plaid shirts and loafers.  He was just an adorable man.  It was great to meet and chat with him.  The following Sunday, the day before Memorial Day, we went to Mae’s parents’ house for a little party.  That was…interesting.  There was a lot of tequila that I wouldn’t go near.  Daniel and I only knew Jeremiah and Mae, but Daniel’s friend Forest did show up later and they all had a little jam session on a makeshift stage in the backyard.  It was good to see them back together making music.  I’m still calling for an Acoustic Satan reunion.  So, that was a fun night.

Last night we were invited to a party being held in our own backyard, which was awesome.  Our neighbors Glenn and Mary were throwing a party, and invited everyone in the 6 townhomes that make up our little complex.  Glenn and Mary are actually University of Rochester alumni, which is crazy and very small world.  I swear we didn’t plan that out.  At the party we also met another guy named Luke, who majored in Optics at the U of R, and his girlfriend Carrie who is from Pittsford.  I was extremely drunk, since I’d had an entire bottle of wine, plus two cups of beer.  I came upstairs to grab something and ended up passing out in bed.  I felt a little bad about that because I missed the rest of the party and totally left without even telling Daniel where I was going.  Oops.  The good news is that I think we are going to meet up with Luke and his girlfriend sometime this week at Bull City Burger and Brewery for dinner and drinks.  He seemed like a cool guy and we both need friends here since we all just moved from Upstate New York (except for Daniel, who’s from Durham).

So, in the few weeks we’ve been here, we’ve met some cool people and done some cool things.  I can’t wait for more.  I should not have waited so long to make this update, because there is definitely more that I want to talk about.  Like The Avengers.  That one really deserves its own post.  And I will have some pictures in my next post.  There are just too many things to do now that I live here.

Is This Thing On?

It’s been a while since I last posted anything in this blog.  Life is never not crazy, so I can’t really use that as an excuse.  However, I will  briefly describe what’s been going on in my life since I last posted in October.

First, I moved to North Carolina last month.  I am living in Durham, which is where I’ve wanted to be since Daniel brought me here during Spring Break 3 years ago.  I’m currently working for a company called LabCorp, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it so far.  My job entails looking at human cells in metaphase, often from the bone marrow of cancer patients.  Right now, I am memorizing how the 26 pairs of chromosomes look after they have been stained, and then it is my job to karyotype them using fancy computer programs that allow you to look at a picture of a cell in metaphase, cut out the chromosomes, and arrange them by chromosome number.

At the moment, I am living with Daniel’s parents until he and I sign a lease on a townhouse and move in around June.  His parents have been extremely gracious to allow me to stay here, eat their food, and bum around their house on the weekends.  I will certainly miss the large bedroom I currently reside in after we move to a smaller one in the coming months.  Daniel is, of course, still in Rochester until he graduates in May.  That is the worst part of this whole arrangement.  Yes, I am exactly where I want to be, but without Daniel it just feels incomplete.

So, you might ask why I chose today to take up blogging again.  I keep telling Daniel and some other friends that I will keep them updated while I am away.  And today was the annual Make-A-Wish Foundation’s Walk For Wishes.  Daniel’s father now works for the Make-A-Wish Foundation, so I was happy when I was volunteered to participate in this awesome event.  I even managed to receive a few donations myself.  It was a fun event, and we somehow managed to make it through the entire 5k without it raining.  At the end, Daniel’s father was there to greet everybody dressed as a clown.  He had made some deal (about which I don’t have all the details) where if he raised a certain amount of money, he would dress as a clown during the event.  I thought that was brilliant, and added a little bit more incentive.  Naturally, I have pictures and wanted to show them to the 2 people that read my blog world.

For the record, that is indeed a Katy Perry wig you are seeing.

Wait, this is a charity event, not a comic convention...right?

Now that I am officially blogging again, here is what’s up.  I’m probably not going to update everyday, like I tried to do last year.  It’s too much for me to handle.  Posts require a lot of time.  I wasn’t giving this blog the love it deserves when I was updating with “nothing posts” so frequently.  I will try to keep it regular, but not daily.  But I will keep up with it.  It feels good to be back.

The Summer of ’97: Titanic Hit Theaters, Spice Girls Were Still Popular, and I Ate a Lot of Frooties.

Here I will declare my love for Frooties, made by the Tootsie Roll company.  I’ve always been a chewy candy aficionado, but until a few weeks ago it had been over a decade since I’d last had a Frootie.  I assumed that since it had been so long, they wouldn’t be as good as I’d remembered.  I was wrong.  They were better.  The problem is that I really only know one place where I can buy these, and that is in Franklin, New York.  This poses a problem for me since I live in Rochester.  So, in case anyone reads this and knows of a closer location to buy these candies, please let me know.  Yes, I can buy them online, but shipping is apparently ridiculous for candy.

The blue raspberry ones are my favorite.

It’s important to remember that these Frooties are not the same as the Tootsie Fruit Rolls.  The difference is that the Frooties are a bit smaller and thinner, and come in many more flavors.  The blue ones shown in the picture below are not the same flavor as the blue ones shown in the picture above; the blue ones below are vanilla flavored, which tastes sort of like chewy cake frosting.  Disgusting.  In addition, Frooties come in flavors like watermelon, fruit punch, grape, blue raspberry (above), and green apple.

These are okay, but Frooties are better.

Those nasty blue ones really are a travesty.  Why did they choose a blue wrapper for a vanilla flavored candy?

On a side note, it's been freezing here! I miss North Carolina.

To North Carolina

I can’t give a real update today.  I’m on the road again!

This is an old driving photo. But it works.

Good Things

We all need to have events that we can get excited about, things we can really look forward to doing or seeing.  This post is going to be solely devoted to all of the things that I’m excited about in the new few weeks.

Mom is visitng.

My mother is on vacation for the next two weeks and it sounds like she is pretty serious about making a trip up to Rochester for a night or two.  This will be a great opportunity for us to go shopping, eat out, and generally help her to relax.  It’s always good to have Mom around.

Park Ave Fest.

Park Ave Fest is being held August 6 and 7 this year.  My sister and her boyfriend Dillon are coming up and it is going to be a weekend-long party.  There will be copious amounts of booze, huge crowds, and lots of bizarre and expensive art on display.  I hope the weather cooperates.

The beach with Daniel’s family.

My favorite part of the summer is going down to North Carolina to spend a week on Bald Head Island with Daniel’s family.  A week of appletinis, swimming in the ocean, riding around on golf carts or bikes, tanning, Corn Hole, and sand.  So much sand.  Everywhere.  I say this every year, but I really want to get up early one morning and watch the sunrise.

That's me, just walking along the beach. I love the ocean.

Living Together

Daniel and I have been dating for almost 2 and 1/2 years.  And we have been living together for almost 2 of those years.  It might be surprising to some people that we moved in so quickly.  We began dating (officially) in December 2008, although I had met him in August.  We lived in the same dorm, on the same hall, across from each other.  So, we had always been in very close proximity.

After we started dating, things just progressed.  The problem was that he lived in North Carolina, and I in New York.  We ignored the approaching summer break for as long as we could.  I think after I visited him on spring break, we determined that the long distance thing was not right for us.  So we discussed it, gingerly at first, and then more seriously.  We both began to look for jobs.  Once we secured jobs, we discovered Ant Hill, a housing cooperative in Rochester.  Although it was one of the best summers I have experienced so far, he was initially much more enthusiastic about living there.  For me, it was strange.  We decided to visit on one of their potluck nights.  They called it Thursgiving, since it was every Thursday.  Guests and prospective members were welcome to attend.  I was nervous and not sure how to interact with them.  Daniel, on the other hand, was excited to meet new people.  (And that’s our relationship in a nutshell.)

After I met the members of the co-op, I wanted to live there.  Badly.  It was in a terrible neighborhood in Rochester, but the people on this particular block were so kind and welcoming.

Our first summer together was pretty seamless, except for the occasional realization that “Oh my god, we’re adult people now!  We pay rent!”  But, we lived well together.

Now we share an apartment in the Park Avenue neighborhood (a much more lively location).  I think many of my friends wonder how (or why) we decided to do it.  The answer is that it just felt right.

What does that mean?  First and foremost, the following are just my opinions, and I’m not prescribing relationship advice, or telling people what’s wrong or right.  This has worked for me, and I want to share it.

First, you have to know them, and I mean really know them.  It seems impossible that Daniel and I could “really” know each other after a few months of dating.  However, Daniel is the kind of person who is very…full disclosure.  He believes in achieving the maximum level of comfort with someone in the least amount of time.  It happened naturally, but he was open with me, and he required that I open up to him.  To sum up this point:  if you can’t fart in front of someone, you can’t live with them.  End of story.  If you are comfortable with that person seeing a turd in your shared toilet that you forgot to flush, then you are more than ready.

Second, you have to get used to the idea that you can’t just shoo them away if you need some personal time, BUT I think it is important that each person has their own space within a living area.  For us, Daniel has his comic book/music loft.  I have a study.  So if we need to be away from each other to get homework done, or we just need a break, we go to our separate areas.  To sum up this point:  If you can’t stand to be around a person for a full day, you can’t live with them.

Third, you have to continue to communicate well.  (I am assuming you were doing okay before you moved in together.)  When we are together, we are rarely silent.  It doesn’t matter what is being said, as long as you’re talking.  Eventually, something really worthwhile comes out.  (And even if it doesn’t, it can still be amusing.)  Sometimes we will debate with each other for hours at a time.  Recently, we had a very long discussion on whether music could actually be considered a “language”.  We also frequently do date nights, which is important for any couple that has begun living together.  To sum up this point:  Talk.  About anything.  You don’t even have to say real words.  I don’t even know if Daniel understands English.

Fourth, you have to be reasonable.  You can’t have unrealistic expectations of your significant other, and you both have to share the chores so that you both feel things are split fairly.  There’s a level of self-awareness that needs to attained in order to recognize if you are being reasonable or unreasonable.  If you get into a fight, you can’t just break up, you have to make an effort to work it out.  Although Daniel and I don’t fight very often, we are quick to realize who is at fault and correct the situation.  There are no grudges.  You can’t fall asleep next to someone that you will wake up resenting.  To sum up this point:  Don’t be a psychotic a-hole.

Finally, you must share similar ideas of what’s fun (and what’s not), what’s clean (and what isn’t), what looks good (and what doesn’t).  To sum it up:  You must have similar interests.  If you don’t, should you be dating in the first place?

We share everything!