As cliched as it sounds, it feels like it was only yesterday that I was crazed with planning some pretty important life changes. And then slowly, I started to check them off one by one, and now, here I am today. This April, Noah and I tied the knot. Married life is not all that different from unmarried life (except, you know, legal and all), but I couldn’t be happier. He is my best friend — my partner in crime — and I am beyond excited to spend the rest of my life with him.
(My dress was from BHLDN made by Catherine Deane. It was light, airy and unfussy. I absolutely loved it for the bar-setting we had.)
This spring, we found an apartment in the city we now technically call home. It was scary, looking for a new home in a city I hardly know, but Philadelphia has a lot to offer, and after five chaotic years, I’m very much ready for a break from New York.
This May, I got a new job in Philadelphia, which I’ll officially start when I get back from my honeymoon (more on that to come). New beginnings are never easy, but knowing that it’s a kickass company in a kickass city just five blocks from my new apartment (how kickass is that?!) makes it all worthwhile.
This past weekend, Noah and I moved from New York City to Philly. Our stuff, once in boxes, is now loosely organized around our new double-the-size apartment in Rittenhouse Square. Our kitchen is no longer the size of a closet. We have giant windows. Central air. A garbage disposal. A dishwasher. And a river just a few blocks from where we live with a perfect running path. Things we couldn’t have dreamed of in New York without winning the lottery or robbing a bank.
This weekend, I have my best friend’s bachelorette party in upstate New York. Robyn and I have known each other since the second grade — that’s 20 years. Ironically, I ran into our second grade teacher in town yesterday and of course mentioned why I was home. She told me that I hadn’t changed a bit (same dark hair, same deep, raspy voice), which in the midst of all this uprooting made me feel strangely calm. On Monday, Noah and I are off to Croatia for 18 whole days. We began planning our honeymoon so long ago that I hardly remember why we chose the locale in the first place, but it’s finally here and I’m stoked to explore what I hear to be an incredible place. In two-and-a-half weeks, we will hit at least five cities and drink at least a thousand bottles of wine.
Needless to say, I will be off the map (though somewhere on the map) during that time. I wish you all a wonderful June full of good weather, great races and life-changing runs. Log some of those miles for me, folks. My sneakers will be with me at all times, but heaven only knows how often those will get used while abroad.
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