Three Years and One Year

Every year I make a number from the traditional
wedding anniversary material for Kevin. (Paper for 1,
cotton for 2, etc.) We joked about what I'll have
to do when we get to porcelain.

Yesterday Kevin and I celebrated our three year anniversary. We celebrated by going to one of our favorite local pubs, eating chicken sandwiches, then coming home and splitting an aged beer that we bought right after we got married. (This type of beer betters with age, and it was delicious). As we had dinner, we chatted about where we are now, and both of us agreed that we never thought when we got married that we'd be home owners in Lansing, Michigan. Three years ago I maybe thought we'd be home owners, but not in Seattle, maybe up north of Seattle in the Skagit Valley, or out on the Olympic Peninsula. Never in a million years did I think I'd end up in the Midwest. But here we are! One year ago we were packing and preparing for our drive east. We were living with boxes in the living room of our one bedroom apartment, and combing through closets and getting rid of things. Now, we live with boxes in our new house. In Michigan. As the saying goes here in the Mitten State (sorry Wisconsin, you don't look like a mitten like Michigan does), "Home is where the hand is."