For some reason, it’s always around this time of year when I feel just slightly on edge. Like something is about to happen, or should happen…or could happen.
October tends to be a transitional time for me. Embarking on a new project, or seeing one come to an end. Work and relationships, moods and anticipation.
Brian and I met around this time, 5 years ago. We got married around this time, 2 years ago. I transitioned into a new position with my company last year at this time. We just moved into our new home. Dyed my hair dark brown.
I tend to do hugely transitional things all at once…and I’m really not quite sure why.
It all just feels a tad afflictive - like things could suddenly be amazingly incredible and wonderful, or I could suddenly find myself completely and utterly confused about where I am, what I’m doing and why.
For now, I’m just putting my head down. Moving forward. Reigniting sparks and creativity. Passion and connection.
Fall can do that to a person.
From a foggy run. The more I travel, the more I love DC. Happy inauguration weekend!
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We’ve had a few double date nights in a row! Dubs and trips, actually.
Date Night #7: We tried Mio, which was delightful. Great Latin food and fabulous decor (the same architects who designed the new Teaism!).
Date Night #8: After a failed attempt at Little Serow (we’ll save that one for a week night!), we ended up tooling around Adams Morgan and finally landed at Mintwood Place. The ambiance was nice, but it was PACKED to the gills and our waiter wasn’t great at hiding his level of stress. The food was good. Worth a return trip me thinks.
Date Night #9: We had two date nights this weekend! One was at our new “old” faithful not far from the crib spot: Cafe Caturra. Good wine, great salads and soups and nice vibe. Then we found ourselves at Belga Cafe on Saturday night for some serious mussels. And wine. And dessert. Oopsies. Date night can be hard on the waist line!