August just went by so fast!
It all started, as most months do, on the 1st. August 1st, that is, when I started my new job (same company, new position, whole new world).
And then the month ticked away, as most months do, without me hardly knowing where the time was hurrying off to. Though I do remember pausing to make it out on the water one more time and to see two wonderful friends tie the knot. And there was an earthquake and a hurricane in there somewhere as well…
Oh yeah, and then the last weekend of the month, Hugh proposed at me.
And a few days later, we moved from two horribly unorganized apartments into one smaller one. It will forever live in my memory as the move that took forever. We drove that trailer up and down the highway, back and forth 30 or so miles, stopped at each apartment a time or two, and by the end of it we came home to our new place full of stuff we could barely stand to look at.
It started so innocently, with this little helper guy guarding my packing paper:
And this scene of chaos with furniture and bubble wrap and bridal magazines strewn about in my old place:
And then we moved for 18 hours straight, went to sleep, woke up bright and early to move some more. I of course did not take any pictures as I was busy having a mental breakdown over the sheer physics of the stuff-to-space ratio of our new place.
But eventually, things started coming along.
First and foremost, the board games got organized.
We put pictures up as we unpacked them, and I instantly fell in love with the fireplace (wood-burning!) and mantel.
And there was still stuff all over our dining room
But I had already organized the kitchen masterfully!
It has already been a wonderful place for me to cook and for Hugh to clean up and pack our lunches. It doesn’t hurt that you can see the TV from the sink.
We did end up having to shove stuff in closets this past weekend (our first normal one in the apartment) when we had a guest for two nights and hosted a game-watching for VT football Saturday.
Hugh lead the charge.
And by Saturday we had a cozy apartment for eating, beer-drinking, football-watching relaxation.
Now we just have to finish finding places for things, organize the patio we use for storage, and plan a wedding.
Meanwhile, Lily (who moved to the parents’ house to avoid the moving chaos) is living the life of luxury.
Any reason is a good reason to visit Blacksburg. This weekend the reason was the football team’s spring game. And Dylan. And Easter. And because Blacksburg is the most beautiful place in the world to experience springtime weather.
We spent Saturday afternoon tailgating and enjoying the blazing sun at the spring game. I got a picture with the ever elusive Grizzly Adams, otherwise known as my brother the freshman fraternity pledge.
It was very sunny in that stadium. My nose and neck still have the red, shiny hue to prove it.
A butterfly landed on Dad’s new koozie, a gift from the aforementioned Grizzly Adams, freshman fraternity pledge, younger brother of mine.
After Easter brunch and a visit with the Easter Bunny on Sunday morning, we took a leisurely walk through campus. Isn’t it beautiful?
My family of Hokies looked handsome strolling across the drillfield — Classes of 2008, 1981, 1982, and 2014, from left to right.
Hugh humored me by standing in the exact spot I’d mapped out to take a family photo for us.
Just for good measure, I let Hugh get in a picture too.
It felt good to visit the April 16th memorial a week after the anniversary for a little reflection. It’s just hard to believe that it was four years ago now that piles of flowers and letters, t-shirts and ball caps, candles and gifts of all kinds were lying reverently where 32 Hokie stones now sit in a well-designed, permanent memorial.
I’m still a little infatuated with my alma mater, and I can’t wait to go back for football games this fall. The only thing better than Blacksburg in the Spring is Blacksburg in the Fall.