It seems I have been doing little but making up excuses as to why I'm not blogging. Truth be told: I haven't had very much alone/down time that has coincided with inspiration. 

First, my computer had an unfortunate run in with a cup of coffee.  Didn't work, submerged it in rice and now it does.  There is a DVD stuck in the drive but Internet and music still work. Le sigh, I should really be discouraged from owning nice things ;)

But the news of the week is the new condo! Last I updated you, we were talking about moving in together.  In the meantime J and I have hit some growing pains in our relationship, moved past them and signed a lease.  We now live in Teton Village, Wyoming.  For those of you who have never been to Jackson, let me try and give you an idea: 

okay.  Broadway is the main street. Town square is at the corner of Broadway and Cache. From Town, you go south on Broadway, take a right (up in the map) on 22 and head to the stop light, turn right and go about 6 miles to Teton Village. The Village, as it is more commonly referred to is centered around the ski hill.  There are some shops and restaurants, a few five star hotels, a bunch of rich people and some condos slightly off to the side.  I now reside in one of said condos.

This place is NICE! It's a vacation rental by summer- rented by the week.  By winter, it is ours! There are four of us living in this fabulous two bedroom, two bathroom condo- Me, Josh, our friend Bungee and Lady Elu.  Granted, three of us are sharing a room =).

We have a fire place, a wet bar, a separate dining room, kitchen with laundry off it, a gigantic balcony and best of all- it's ski-in.  We can pretty much cruise right up to the back steps. 

I promise I will have pictures up soon! Right now I'm just sitting here basking in it all while the boys drink beer on the porch.  

Anyway.  I PROMISE now that I am settled (and living with two boys who will inevitably win the battle on "what do we watch on TV") I will do more blogging.  I vow here and now to take more pictures and let my (two) faithful readers know what is going on in Teton Village and the rest of Jackson. 

Hope you have a great day!!!

Peace! 

One Year

I bailed on my life. 

That's how I finally came to describe it, later.  

Not too long ago, I was having a conversation that started out to be about money, my financial situation.  Owning a house 1,800 miles away is bad enough, but to start in on thinking about everything that house stands for, is a whole 'nother story.

Six years ago, I was engaged. I was happy and young and foolish and rich (as far as I thought).  I bought a house.  Said engagement lasted three months into living in the House.  We break up,cordially, friendly, easily.  We both recognized that we were too young to be starting a grown-up life together when neither of us had fully outgrown early-twenties idiot-ness.  Roommates move in, another boyfriend happens upon me, he maintains a lease on his apartment for eight months, all the while staying at the House most nights.  Eight months do not lead to much but a slightly more bitter break-up than the last. Another roommate in, another out, once again another in.  Meet guy at bar, next day calls early wanting a date.  Lunch, swimming, kiss on the cheek.  Several months later, by accident, guy moves in.  Cohabitate, "fall in love," proposal, wedding planning.  All the while this poor House is the setting.  Bad news, I bail a month before the wedding.  Six months later, I bail on the House, I bail on Birmingham, on a job, on everything that I was.  I up and leave. 

Quite possibly the best move I ever made. 

I bailed on my LIFE. 

...and here I am, a year later.  I feel free.  I feel like I have found a home in Jackson.  I have collected a great group of loving friends, while maintaining the meaningful friendships back home.  I have a wonderful job and a great little (rental) house. But the irony of it all? I'm taking the plunge again: cohabitation.  Josh and I have decided to move in together.  We have yet to decide if we will stay here, in the log cabin, or if we will start fresh in a place that is ours and was never just mine.  Elu accepts the challenge, I'm looking forward to what is to come.