Chasing the sun

Back in action, coming at you from the West Coast! We’ve arrived safely and spent the long weekend desperately accumulating furniture (since we had not one piece. no really. not even a chair or a mattress.) before we had to turn our U-haul back in. Then hours staining said pieces of furniture which resulted in the cheeriest cherry-red kitchen island and a delightful cornflower blue bed, and also a lobster-red smiley face sunburnt onto my lower back from bending over and squatting for hours.

Our apartment is amazing. It feels like a little oasis, our cottage tucked back from the street, high ceilings and a loft that will become our “creativity den,” quiet and private and surrounded with blackberries bushes. And yet, step out onto the street and we are blocks from adorable coffee and pie shops and pizza joints with cheap beer and free wifi, used bike shops, the best grocery store ever, and a bus directly into SF (hooray easy commute!).

I have so many pictures of our epic journey. And so many stories for you. About the biggest sky I’ve ever seen in Kansas, about chugging through the mountains in Colorado, hazard lights blazing. About sleeping under the stars on an island in the middle of the Great Salt Lake.

About my endless quest for frothy A&W rootbeer and being attacked by swarms of mystery bugs. About hours in the car spent dreaming up our next adventures, changing our minds every hundred miles or so. About Tahoe – has a place ever combined the trifecta of water, mountain, tree so perfectly?

About feeling brave and limitless and infinite. About chasing the sun.