Celebration: Cleaning Rather than Taking the Bar

I have been cleaning for the last three days. I want to leave the place as clean as I can for the next people because I know how disheartening it is to move into a new place when it feels dirty. Since we packed all our fans and the window-unit air conditioning doesn't cool down the place as well on very hot days, I've been burning up. I've had to clean most of the apartment wearing just my unmentionables (is that too much to share on a public forum?) I have to admit that it's extremely freeing not to be wearing so many layers all the time.

Today, every time I think I'm close to being finished and I start to get that sense of satisfaction over a job well done, I remember there is something else I need to do. The thing I'm really not looking forward to? Cleaning the microwave. Not sure why, but when I contemplate cleaning it I feel a subtle loathing.

Jordan has spent the last three days traveling to and taking the Virginia bar exam. He gets back sometime tonight. Yesterday the test went from 8:30am to 5:30pm. HORROR! Today it could go til anywhere between 3 and 5:30pm. When I look at the microwave, I try to think of Jordan and how glad I am that I'm not him right now. (Or ever, I guess, since one of the major bonuses to being me is that I get to spend most of my time with him.) Because despite the fact that I have been laboring physically for three days, I have the freedom to take short breaks and read bits of the Amelia Peabody mystery series by Elizabeth Peters (thanks friend Stephanie, for lending the books to me) and I get to sleep over at my sister's apartment. And today, once I finish cleaning and doing an errand or two, I get to go get gelato with a friend and then spend the evening with my sister for the last time before the move. With those two prospects in mind, cleaning seems like a cinch. 


On a related note, I'm really glad Jordan is taking the bar and preparing for our future and etc, but seriously, I'm getting kind of bored with him being gone. It got really old yesterday and now it's just getting worse. Jordan, when the test is over, please teleport yourself and the car back to our street instead of driving the four hours back. Thank you.


WE DRIVE OUT OF D.C. TOMORROW! Wish us luck!

Celebration: Financial Security

We are moving. There. I said it. I thought it best to get it out on the table right away and rip the band-aid off for those of you who will still be living in D.C. after we leave. We’re certainly going to miss you guys. And almost everything else about D.C. We hadn’t been planning on leaving anytime soon. Just a week and a half ago our bishop said he’d heard rumors we were moving and asked if it was true. We assured him with certainty that we were going to be here for another couple years at least. I guess that means we accidentally lied to our religious leader.

Right now you are going, “Wait? What? Where are they going? Why are they going?” Well, I’ll tell you. Jordan got a job. After trembling and panicking over when/if Jordan would find a job, we felt incredibly grateful (and a little floored) when Jordan received a completely unexpected phone call from a federal judge whose clerk for this next year was no longer able to take the position and who offered Jordan the position. The judge is in Jordan’s parents’ ward and has taken us out to eat several times while on business here in D.C. He said, “I wondered whose life I could disrupt suddenly and I thought of you.” Thank you, your honor, for disrupting our lives.

The only problem is that this better-than-we-could-have-imagined job is in Las Vegas. It means we will be closer to many of our family and friends, but further from others. It’s going to be sad saying goodbye. But we’re excited to see what the future holds too.

We are still waiting for some details, but we will either be saying goodbye or saying hello to some of you sometime in August.

Wish us luck!