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Par for the course

Do you remember what it's like to move?

Because I had forgotten.

1. We boarded our plane at LAX with 13 bags. Everywhere we went, we counted them each time (sometimes twice, three times) to make sure we had them all. If people were staring at the airport, we didn't notice. We were too busy counting.

2. We spent the first night in our new condo on an air mattress. Somewhere on our trip, the mattress developed a hole, and we found ourselves smack dab on our hardwood floors about halfway through the night. We were so tired, we almost didn't care.

3. We unloaded our moving truck in record time (with the help of these guys) so as not to make any neighbors upset with a gigantic moving truck in a tiny parking lot. (Management said the neighbors call tow trucks on each other!) We kissed our muscles afterwards.

4. I went to Trader Joe's three times in the past three days. I had to map it each time.

(* side note: the "2 buck chuck" here is not $2! It's $3.29. We were heartbroken.)

5. Joe called me when he had finally made it to his office (via shuttle and metro) on his first day back to work. It was that big of a deal (you would have thought he was traveling internationally).

When you move to a new city, even the littlest things can seem like a big deal. You start all over again. And this is just par for the course.

But we've survived our minor obstacles. And even went out and about to explore the city a bit over the weekend. Eastern Market was our first destination. We walked around Capitol Hill, I got a tour of Joe's office and afterwards we stopped by a fall festival. (Shout out to Scott for letting us in the office. You made these two newcomers feel welcome.)

Flowers and crepes. I was sold.

Trading in a view of the Hollywood sign for a view of Capitol Hill.

Today marks just one week since we've landed in DC (one week!). Oh my, who knows what's next.

(p.s.- if it is even possible, i love my husband a thousand times more after this week. for too many reasons to list.)

We're here!

We made it! With just a few short days here in DC, we already have lots of funny stories and new experiences. So much to tell you about!

We're still settling in, but thought I would leave you with a video we took on our last day in LA.

The story goes like this: We went through our entire first year of marriage with one pan to cook with. (Yes, you read that right, one pan. When you know you're moving, why buy more?) But just before we left it was finally time to say goodbye to our beloved pan. (We were already planning on boarding the plane with an air mattress. We thought an air mattress and a pan might be a little over the top.)

We decided to honor the pan like any other good owner would with a memorial service. The following is us, silly and delirious (moving will do that to you), saying so long to our one and only pan.

Goodbye Pan from Kristin Bishop on Vimeo.

Passed!

Remember that big test I mentioned? Well, I passed. And I promise you, it was life changing. I've never been so happy to see a four letter word.

To celebrate, J and I went to the new Indian food place just down the corner from our now (very empty) apartment. (I'm not usually the biggest fan of Indian food, but believe me, J has earned this too.) We toasted with a bottle of wine we had been saving for such an occasion, and barely made it through dinner. (I woke up at 2:30am the night before my test and was too nervous to ever go back to sleep.)

your newest CRNA! (certified registered nurse anesthetist)

one very tired, very happy, very relieved husband

It felt like one of those days I will remember forever.

Happy Birthday Mike!

We are so thankful for you, and hope you have the happiest of birthdays!

Home is wherever I'm with you

The truck is in Kansas City, the cars are being shipped this morning, and all that's left are my anesthesia books and an air mattress in South Pasadena. (and Joe's bottle of Tapatio that we don't have any hope of finishing unless we literally drink it for dinner)

Life in our little apartment right now is um, simple. We both hit our head on the kitchen light fixture about a dozen times each day, and it's getting a little tiring to keep eating off of plastic plates. But a move cross country certainly reminds us of how much we can live without.

One that I can't live without though, is that husband of mine. And just after we hit our head on the light fixture for the 13th time that day, we sing this little song to each other (to be funny, and to keep us sane) to remind us that it's all ok because at least we're together.

Dear friends, please pray for the rest of our move to go smoothly (thank you, Jesus, that it has gone relatively smoothly thus far) and for my big board exam on Wednesday. I think everyone I know west of the Mississippi will be glad when that one is over.

Very soon, the Bishops will (finally) be in the District.

{one year}

shown above: our rooftop pool excursion at the Standard downtown, a lovely anniversary dinner at The Little Door, celebration champagne gifted to us on our wedding day, and a little white (red velvet) cake just like the day we were married (frozen cake layers don't taste any good anyway, right?)