Moving, it turns out, is one of the most awful experiences that I’ve happily run headlong into. I now understand how my parents have lived in the same house for 35 years and I get why we couldn’t move to someplace nice like Minnesota or Maine (I was a boring child I think).
Throughout this month from hell, though, I realized that sticking to my healthy habits is key for avoiding some serious emotional breakdowns (mostly). I get hangry, I have sugar crashes, my acid reflux flares up at 2am if I eat too late, and don’t even think about asking me to move furniture if I haven’t eaten in the last 3 hours. Continue reading
Alright, so my fridge often looks like organized chaos, but it’s my organized chaos. My kitchen is this topsy turvy place that I love to spend time in where I mesh my ideas of health, frugality, tastes and compromise with my beloved-if-somewhat-picky fiancé. Continue reading
The month of July has been filled with stress, and almost all of it is over STUFF. We’re moving into a new (and much smaller) apartment from our old rental house and the need to purge our belongings has never been more necessary. And yet somehow I still find myself held back by silly reasons to keep all kinds of useless things around.
Alright friends, I’m ready to bring you the stunning finale of this epic saga detailing the odyssey of Julianne & Lindsey on the high…ridgetops. BUT FIRST. I need to make an addendum to day 2. Right a wrong, really. Correct a glaring error. Un-omit a stunning omission. Something that happened on day 2 that I did not include on Day 2.
Welcome back for the continuing tale of two women (ahem, badass babes) taking on the wilderness and coming out the other side feeling pretty darn invincible. If you’re interested, my first two posts on this covered how to plan and pack and the first day of our adventures. Continue reading
I am insanely schedule-driven. I love my calendars and my annotated lists and spreadsheets and just in general filling up my time productively. I know that internal motivation is where it’s at in the psychology research these days, but hot damn if I don’t get a real thrill out of crossing off to-dos one by one.
As we’ve been downsizing drastically for our big move we’ve repeatedly run into issues with finding ways to get the junk out of our house. Here in Portland we get one trash can that’s picked up by the city every two weeks that we share with our two roommates, so we have to be very strategic about tossing items in there. Besides, I’ve seen Toy Story 3 and I always assume that objects are sentient just in case. Continue reading