A Weekend with Kate

Kate flew out from San Diego last weekend to see me and I wanted to share some of my pictures. She decided by the end of the weekend that anyone who enters my apartment should be required to sign a photography waiver. But she was a great sport about it and let me take about a gajillion pictures of her! Here are a few of my favorites…

Kate hadn’t had real snow in the past two years because she spends most of her time in sunny San Diego. Don’t you feel bad for her? Actually, you should probably feel bad for her. I made her stand outside for a long time while I snapped these.

Isn’t she beautiful?

When Kate and I were in middle school and high school, we were in a girls’ ensemble choir at church. Our wonderful director (and growing up, our second mom), Tammy, lives here in Ohio now. On Sunday afternoon, we dragged her out to the Franklin Park Conservatory with us to see the beautiful orchids, but mostly just to talk her ear off…so fun. I can’t even tell you how many of my high school memories revolve around choir sleepovers at Miss Tammy’s!

And one of me…to prove I was actually there…

I actually took a whole big bunch at the conservatory and I’ll post some of those tomorrow! Tammy and I are both pretty hardcore shutterbugs and poor Kate had to follow us around for an hour or so but I think she had fun, anyway.

Thank you, thank you, Kate for flying all the way to little old Columbus for me and thank you, Tammy, for coming out in the cold February afternoon with us!

love, elizabeth

In-Between Land

I got a call from one of my oldest friends, Kate, this afternoon (oh, by the way, you totally need to check out her awesome new blog, Love Not Distance, where she chronicles her life as the wife of a Marine). And during a long talk about our husbands, our careers (or lack thereof), our finances (or lack thereof), and our futures…we started talking about that phenomenon of the mid-twenties.

“It’s like we’re in-between the big things,” I said. I mean, we’re not in college anymore. We’re “off the market” romantically. But we’re not parents or home-owners, yet. We haven’t reached any occupational apexes, so to speak. I feel like I’m in a constant state of almost arriving. Or departing. Or something.

Like I’ve hopped off one train and am waiting for another. Is it late? Am I early?

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I think waiting is pretty exciting, too. I kind of like imagining all the amazing things the coming years have in store. But every now and then, I still tap my foot with impatience.

The theatre-major in me says I shouldn’t just be tapping my foot, though. I should be TAP-DANCING on this train platform, RELISHING this time, this place.

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You know what? I’m kind of loving in-between land.

What about you? Where are you living these days?

love, elizabeth

PS: Croquet and bookstores and cupcakes…tune in tomorrow…