We are settled! In a house that I plan to breathe my last breath in. Just like the last day of high school, college, etc, I thought this day would never come. In the summer of 2008, Kev started graduate school. I started this blog soon thereafter. We lived 4 semi-settled years in Chicago, knowing we’d most likely move come internship time. And that we did. In 2012, we hauled our belongings to the east coast where we spent two years completing his internship and post-doctoral work. We loved our time in Connecticut, but it didn’t quite feel like home. In 2014, we trekked back to the midwest with a cute 9-month in tow and plans to build a house in Minneapolis. We parked ourselves in a tiny apartment just outside the Twin Cities and began the never-ending process of building a house. Like all things, it came to an end. And here we are! Settled, minus all the boxes in the basement and frames lining the walls, with a margarita in hand. Well, one of us is.

Seven years of marriage, and I’ve never been able to persuade Kev to partake in my morning coffee and evening cocktail. What’s the advice they give to newlyweds? Don’t try to change the other person. I gave up but tried hard. And instead came up with a single serving margarita. I think they also say marriage is about compromise. And wouldn’t you know, just when I gave up the fight, I’ve caught him taking sips of my marg. I’ll gladly pour him one while we sit on the couch and talk about anything but which door knobs to go with. Because it’s been done. We’re settled!

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