Six months ago, on a snowy February 14, my dad and I packed up the Camry and started a 2,800 mile journey to a far-away city that was to become my new home.
Now, it’s August 19. It’s been an up-and-down six months, with a trip home, two visits from my family, one from Tom’s, a vacation in Colorado, lots of furniture shopping and apartment decorating, several expensive vet visits, lots of great food, and, the primary reason I moved here, fun and adventures with Tom.
Here are some of my favorite memories from the past six months:
We made it!
Lots of dog walks in our new neighborhood, Bankers Hill.
All the fish tacos.
And all the produce. Avocados every day! Blood orange margaritas!