The lady and I don't have a balcony in our condo. When a friend invites us over for a BBQ we're there. Typically the forth is a no brainer; There will a BBQ to attend. This year a last minute invite saved us from spending this grilling holiday in-doors. In return, we are naming our first born after our hosts: Micheith.
Christmas is going to be weird if I end up in Seattle. Sure I'll come back, but my return will have a reunion quality instead of the familiar, warm, and welcome habit like feeling visits convey now. If I thought it was hard to see my friends now, wait till I move. Will my return warrant a group outing? Or will I struggle to catch ten minutes each with friends as I travel across the city in an attempt to see everybody separately?
I'm not taking the possibility of a move lightly. Actually, I barely comprehend what havoc a move like this will wreak on my friendships. In the end I know everything will balance out; Some friendships will remain the same, some will fade, and others will actually become stronger. I'm getting ahead of myself. There hasn't even been an interview. Well, besides that "casual one" two weeks ago.
I've done some premature Seattle house hunting. I'll most likely be taking a pay cut with this job and, similar to our circumstances in Chicago, we would like to live below our means. We'll probably be looking for another condo, this time in the city of Seattle. New or old doesn't matter. We do however have three rules: Top floor, washing machine and dryer in unit, and a balcony.
Our current place is a self contained cell with no breeze to speak of, even with all the windows gaping. For this reason, comfort demands the use of air conditioning if the outside temp reaches a blistering seventy degrees. Maybe a balcony wouldn't cool our place down any better but at least we could lounge enjoying the weather. Or maybe even have a BBQ of our own.
Till then we'll have to rely on our friends to scratch that outdoor itch. The forth of July invite did just that. The lush yard was soothing under my bare feet, the promising smell from the grill appeased, and the friends ... well, the friends are going to be missed.
3 comments:
Keichelle would be a better sounding name, but it's really up to the two of you. We had an awesome time playing guitar hero. Just so you know, you can grill indoors. Get a tooth pick, a miniature marshmallow, a hershey kiss,a piece of cinnamon graham crunch cereal, a stove- Put that all together and you have what I like to call apartment smores. They're actually pretty good:) We expect you to hang out with us for at least half an hour when you're in town visiting.
Now, when you say 10 minutes with each friend, does a couple count as 1 friend or two? If a couple counts as 2, then I'd be able squeak out 20 minutes on each of your visits back home. Unless of course you have some sort of rule where one of us have to leave the room while you're with the other. Man, this is going to be complex.
It's definitley hard leaving friends, but you're a good enough friend that I know people will make the effort when you come to town.
Re: housing, you need to email me all your particulars. In fact, I'm going to email you right now. I am a pro. Let me help you.
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