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The first week we were in our new place, I spent a good two solid days in the kitchen.  One whole day lining all of the damn cabinets, another day emptying our boxes into said cabinets, followed by cooking meals for the two of us in our marginally un-chaos-ified kitchen.

I sat down on the couch with Husband at the end of those two days, and stared out of the window while we ate dinner.  The couch had been sitting for a week exactly where the movers had left it as we slowly removed boxes from around it. Fortunately, they had left the couch in the middle of the living room facing the window instead of the wall.

“This is so stereotypical,” I complained.  “I’ve spent two whole days in the kitchen.  What a blow to the modern woman.”

“What?!  I’ve spent two whole days putting in sinks, drilling holes into the walls to build our closet, putting up curtain rods, putting in new bathroom fixtures- HOW STEREOTYPICAL!”

Yeah, I most definitely prefer my own gender role to his.  I’m real happy I married a man who knows how to do things around the house– and I’m sure he’s happy he married a woman who knows how to cook.  Screw the modern woman.  We’re happy in here.



At our new condo complex, our door opens up onto a common hallway.  We began running into new neighbors immediately, as people began hearing the whole ruckus associated with moving in the hallway.  (That and moving inherently involves entering and exiting your unit constantly, increasing the probability that you’ll run into somebody else sooner or later.)

I grew up never really knowing who my neighbors were.  In our “old house”- what we now call the house that my sister and I grew up in, our neighbors for a while were two senior women living alone and an older couple across the street.  When I was in high school, a family moved across the street whose son also attended my private high school.  We stomped in different crowds however, he the popular jockish crowd and I the Asian and nerdy crowd, and I never really got to know him well.  They didn’t even realize that we had moved until the moving van for the family moving in arrived.

Then in college, I got to know my neighbors my freshman year, as all freshmen do, but afterwards, had my own group of friends and rarely bothered to associate with the people who lived near me.  In medical school, I lived in apartments, but never met any of the people who lived next to me.  Once I borrowed an egg (well, more like took) from my neighbor across the hall, but that was the one and only time I ever interacted with him.

So, it’s super weird for me, moving to a new place and all of a sudden knowing who my neighbors are.  Is this normal for most people?  Across the hall is a 2nd year anesthesia resident named T, down a ways is a family with 20 month old twins, on our left is a family with a 2 year old, and on the right is an older lady who can get particular about people following the rules.  One of our neighbors helped us move a desk in from the car, and we had movie night tonight next door.

The two of the families that we joined for movie night- we’re pretty sure they’re LDS.  In Utah, nobody says “Mormon.”  Maybe the term is passe.  Or really, I think that LDS just has fewer bad connotations for somebody unfamiliar with the term.  They’re super nice and normal and all- great people, really, but I sort of wish we had neighbors with whom we could break open a bottle of wine or a 6-pack of beer and swear around and not be afraid of offending.  Somebody with no kids might be nice too.  Maybe we just haven’t met them yet.

On a completely different note, apparently all these thunderstorms are weird for Salt Lake City.  And tonight, toward the end of Anger Management, it started hailing like nobody’s business.  I felt a little bit better that I wasn’t the only one surprised and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the weather.


In elementary school, when we learned about how light and sound travel at different speeds, the example of lightning followed by thunder always was brought up.  You could count after the lightning: “one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand”- and whatever number you were on when you heard the thunder, that’s how many miles away you were from that lightning strike.

Unfortunately, growing up in California, I never got to use this trick very often.  We saw lightning maybe once every three to four years, sometimes even less frequently.

I’m sitting in bed again, and this time the mattress is off the floor inside a cheap-o IKEA frame.  It’s been a week since we’ve left San Diego.  Right now, it’s pouring rain and there’s lightning and thunder outside.  When I started this post, I only got to “one one-thou–” before I heard the thunder.

Man, this place is a little different.


Right now, Husband and I are sitting in bed, which right now is a mattress on the floor.  We have no headboard, so our pillows are propped up against the wall and both of us are quite uncomfortably slumped in bed with our laptops on our laps.  Power cords are going off to either side and we are surrounded by boxes.  Ah, moving.

This has been a period of rapid home improvement as well- we’ve taken so many trips to Home Depot it’s ridiculous. And then, we took a monster trip to Bed Bath and Beyond yesterday because there was a registry completion event and we were able to get everything 20% off!  Score!  We’ve been (or maybe I should say, Husband has been) replacing sinks, replacing towel racks and toilet paper holders… and plans are to also replace light fixtures, curtain rods, and curtains.  Tomorrow we’re going to paint the closet (in which Husband has already ripped out the old shelf and closet rod) and then install a new closet unit.  And I spent all of today unpacking our kitchen.  It’s sort of ridiculous in there.  I think I’m going to need another cabinet solely for my baking stuff.  Yeah.  It’s bad, man.  And to place at least some blame on Husband, there is an awful lot of drinking paraphernalia.  There are at least 4 sake sets, a whole load of shot glasses, and then some martini glasses, old-fashioneds… but then to be fair, my baking stuff takes up a lot more space.

Anyways, so I waver between being excited for our new projects, but at the same time I feel like we’re spending all this money for purely aesthetic purposes and I just feel like such a wasteful consumer.  At least we both know that we’ll be here to enjoy our home for six years. (Or not home, and in the hospital.)

Okay, quick post over!


Right now, I’m updating from Cedar City, Utah.  Yesterday, Lee and I (well, we paid the movers to) emptied his condo of all of our boxes and his (our?) furniture.  We steam cleaned the carpet and then left the place completely empty.  We did a walk through last night and it was so strange to see this place where I had lived- and where Lee had lived for even longer- completely emptied out.  Moving is always a bittersweet thing.

We spent last night on our friend’s futon because the carpets were still wet from the steam cleaning in Lee’s place. All of our things were somewhere inbetween San Diego, Los Angeles, and here.  We spent all day driving today, leaving San Diego, where it was overcast from the June gloom, through the Mojave, where I stumbled out of the car to refill the tank to be greeted by an oppressive wall of California desert heat.  We passed into Nevada, where I was very very tempted to stop at the border outlets, then the Virgin River pass where we passed through the corner of Arizona.

We ascended into Utah, elevation 3000, then elevation 5000.  My gas light went on as we pulled into Cedar City and when I stumbled out of the 4Runner again, it was balmy- the border between warm and cool when you’re comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans but aren’t quite sure if you should be feeling warm.

Utah. Hello, new home.


I would just like to announce that I gave Husband’s computer a virus today.

So, as a fair warning to all internet users, please refrain from doing the following:

  1. Browsing the internet unprotected.  It’s just as dumb as having unprotected sex- great while it’s in the moment but in a few minutes, you realize that it was a bad, bad idea.
  2. Attempt to stream the original 2001 Korean version of My Sassy Girl from the internet.  It’s not worth the $5 and 10 minutes you are saving by not going to Blockbuster.  Instead, it will cost you 2 hours of your husband’s time while he tries to fix the computer, a great deal of embarrassment, and your husband swearing that he never wants to watch the original My Sassy Girl with you.  Plus, in my case, it will cost me a new computer because getting a virus is great justification to perform a complete reformat, sell the old computer, and buy a new one.

However, as of now, Husband has successfully fixed the computer, has not actually done the complete reformat, and has not actually bought a new computer yet (although I saw him looking!)… but the old computer is already on craigslist awaiting a new owner to call.

Anyways, moral of the story: please browse the internet using updated protection and refrain from questionable browsing behaviors.  You know, like trying to watch the 2001 version of My Sassy Girl.  Sad.


I apologize- this whole moving thing has been catastrophic for my writing the occasional entry in here.  As a general update, the lease on my apartment ended, thus ending 3 years of living in the same place (longest since high school!) and also definitively ending my run as a single lady. (Yep, he put a ring on it.  Two of them, even.)

We are scheduled to close on our new place in Salt Lake City in a week.  Crazy, huh?!  There has been a bit of drama here and there, but so far it’s gotten all sorted out and we’re just dreading the moving process out of Lee’s place into this new one.  We are planning to pack up our U-Haul in 4 days and… uh… well, just looking around, the amount of work we still have cut out for us is pretty frightening.

In other interesting news, I tried a recipe that I printed out ages ago labeled “Our Favorite Chocolate Chip Cookies” from smitten kitchen (one of my most favorite cooking blogs, although I feel like it’s become less frequently food that I can relate to since she has had a baby).  I must have tried out this recipe before because it was printed out and in my little binder of printed out recipes, but I never remember it having turned out so well.  Let’s just say… I’ve made 4 batches so far and they just keep getting devoured.  It never ends.  And on a whim, I had bought myself a medium sized cookie scoop almost a year ago, and I have now discovered that it is the best thing ever!

Now that I’m talking about food, I’d also like to note that I have an unfortunate amount of food in the fridge and freezer and am sort of at a loss on how to finish it all.  About a week ago, I thought that we were in good shape, but I forgot that we were planning on being out of town briefly for a camping trip and then my family was going to converge on San Diego for graduation weekend, likely leading to a lot of… no-fridge-emptying on our home front.

So, despite my best efforts, it still looks like we’re going to have all this extra food when we finally have to move out.  Anybody in the San Diego area want to absorb our supply of frozen fruit, frozen grilled chicken strips, frozen peas, frozen mixed vegetables, etc.?  I hate wasting food.  Moving is just a huge demonstration of all the things you should not have purchased.  I feel like such a lame mindless consumer now.

Okay, time for bed!  Hope that update wasn’t entirely useless.  At least you now have an excellent chocolate chip cookie recipe to try!



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