[Uno, Dos, Tres] Post-Part ‘Em Thoughts

So, 15 weeks ago, Hell officially froze over (in my book, anyway). Our family of 2 humans increased to 3. Ho. Ly. Crap.

Baby feet - They're so nibble-worthy!

Baby feet – They’re so nibble-worthy!

For me, childbirth was the scariest thing ever (which probably isn’t saying much since I pretty much think the Friday the 13th and Halloween movies are comedies). For many years, I felt like was dodging a major bullet. Having a child was not on my radar.

So, I had to know all about delivering a watermelon through my nether-regions. I spent many hours online reading the horrors (“Oh, so much blood!”) and getting advice from friends. At some point I had to stop because it was worse than any horror movie (what I consider to be horror, that is). A lot of the advice I got from my friends was light; it didn’t scratch the surface of what childbirth actually feels like and didn’t answer the question “You bleed for how long?”

For moms-to-be, dads-to-be, and the plain curious, here are my 2 cents on childbirth and the immediate aftermath based on my experience.

  1. Contractions = Like menstrual cramps, but 1000 time worse: When my contractions started at 1:30 AM on April 14, 2016, they felt like what I had read – menstrual cramps. They’d occur maybe once an hour. and last a few seconds “Totally tolerable!” I (stupidly) thought to myself.
"Ouch" doesn't even begin to describe it.

“Ouch” doesn’t even begin to describe it.

But as the morning wore on, they occurred more frequently and for longer periods. I remember writhing in pain, hunched over my bed and thinking, “What the hell did I get myself into?” It was the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced. It. Was. Painful.

There came a point where it was useless to keep track of them because I couldn’t tell when one ended and a new one started.

How did I know it was time to go to the hospital? When I could barely move. In the moment I knew it was time to go, I felt like I took for granted just being able to take one step forward.

2. Birth Plan = A Figment of the Imagination: My doula provided me with some suggestions for a birth plan. A birth plan is basically your “perfect” (read: delusional) outline of how you want your childbirth to be. For instance, I requested that only my husband and doula be in the room with me (no medical students/interns looking at my lady bits, please) and that upbeat music from my iPod be played.

If you love wasting time, go for it. I had written my plan and sent it to my doula the weekend before I delivered. Basically, you can’t plan childbirth like you can a wedding. You’re on your baby’s watch, not your own. Do it if you must. But know that you must be open to change.

3. (Un)Truths =That Only Happens in the Movies”: In our pre-birth classes and from the mouth of our doula, we were told that a lot of things we believe about childbirth “only happens in the movies.” Take labor, for example. Women don’t go into labor for 5 minutes, do a few pushes/grunts with 2 beads of sweat on their forehead, and then pop out a baby. Labor can last several hours, as there are different periods of labor. Mine lasted about 12, which is pretty minuscule compared to other women I’ve heard about.

Another “untruth” I heard was that you can’t give birth while reclined and knees up. I learned about the squat bar and was prepared to ask for it. However, either the movies are correct or I’m an anomaly. I actually did give birth slightly reclined with my knees up. Gravity works in mysterious ways.

4. Modesty = Let It All Hang Out and Then Some: As someone who has never ever been a patient in a hospital, I didn’t know what to expect. I am someone, however, who is very modest. I’m not a fan of my thunder thighs, bubble butt or incoming gray hairs. Perhaps if I wasn’t lazy, I’d ensure I wore make-up 24/7 so I’d feel “pretty.”

My modesty went out the window when I was admitted to labor and delivery. Since I was fully dilated, I basically stripped off all my clothes (didn’t even blink that I had a hole in my panties) and hopped onto the bed. There was no time to even think for a nanosecond “Oh. My. God. The nurse/doctor/my husband/doula must be thinking ‘Forget it! Put your clothes back on, stat!'”

My doula took some photos during the birth. In some, you could see the dark patches on my bare boobs (a side effect of pregnancy), even part of my nipple. When I was sharing the photos with my sister, I went ahead and sent them. However, after she reviewed them, she insisted that I forego sending any more with any of my boobs or vag showing, because my dad and brother-in-law would see them in the pictures. Normally I would agree, but for this, nah! I wasn’t posing for Playboy for goodness sake.

Since I was learning how to breastfeed, my boobs were out — a lot! It was also weird having other people touch my boobs. One of my nurses was teaching me how to self-express milk. It was odd, but mainly painful! You’d totally feel like one of those strength games in an arcade where you squeeze the handle as hard as you can, except replace the handle with your boobs!

5. Newborn Clothes = Waste of $$: Naturally when friends and family found out we were having a baby, we were showered with lots of gifts, mainly a LOT of clothing. We were fortunate to have received more new and hand-me-down onesies that could outfit an entire country of infants.

Problem is, out of the thousands of onesies we received, especially in the newborn and 0-3 months sizes, we could only use one of them to bring home baby. Within about a week, many were too small for baby to wear.

It was disappointing because there were so many cute outfits that I imagined putting on our baby and taking too many pictures of him in them. Good thing is I have friends with buns in their ovens, so all these clothes will not go to waste… or I could possibly hoard them for bambino #2 (yes, I just might be insane).

6. The Gaga! (No, not the singer) = A love like no other: Love. It’s a pretty common feeling – the butterflies in the stomach, the excitement of seeing the other person, the great sense of care. When you have a new baby, all that is completely trumped! Actually, I cannot even put into words what my love for my baby feels like!

I’ve got serious Mama Bear prowess. I feel like if anyone were to even look at him the wrong way, there’d be serious hell to pay. Whenever he makes what I call “Super Sad Face” and cries, my body aches and I want to weep.

Seriously. This baby has me wrapped around his tiny finger. I never knew I could love another person so much. It’s immeasurable. I honestly think if for some strange reason he was in his stroller and stopped on train tracks and a train was coming, I’d whisk in there and try to stop the train. My love perhaps could be measured in the strength that he gives me.

Some mothers do face post-partum depression, and it’s no joke. I will admit I get the blues once in a while. There are so many hormonal changes and complete changes to your life in general. Having a baby is a lifetime commitment.

Although my pregnancy was unexpected, the lessons I’ve learned so far are so valuable. Through it, I have such a great appreciation for my mom. Being a mom is THE most difficult job in the world. But you know what? It’s the best title I’ve ever had.


[A+R’s Big Adventure] Part 9 – 365 Days Later

Today marks one year that my husband and I officially moved to Seattle. The last 365 days have had its ups and downs for sure.

Space Needle. Duh.

Space Needle. Duh.

What has happened, then and now?

One year ago today, I sort of had a job. I was telecommuting part-time for my employer back in California, and not knowing if I could continue or not. I was nervous about the future of my career, since that job ended on June 30. I ended up temping for a major company in Seattle before securing a permanent (hah!) position with my old company.

Today, I find myself on leave with the same employer (but at the Seattle regional office). However, this job is ending August 1. I’m getting laid off before my leave is up. Yay. Again, I find myself wondering what I will do now.

One year ago today, it was just me, my husband and our two fur babies.

Today, it is me, my husband, our two fur babies, and a human baby.

So, in a nutshell, it feels like life has come full circle. I’m pretty much back to where I started, only feeling more stressed out because there is one more mouth to feed. Just when I thought I was back on track, I’ve gone back off the track.

I do love a challenge, but wow, this is a doozy. I’ll post an update in another 365 days and hopefully be able to laugh at the senseless worry I’m going through right now. I hope.


[15] Sister Celebration

April 10, was National Siblings Day. I am fortunate to have one of each, but I especially wanted to recognize my sister. Although I probably have many emotional scars thanks to her, I have even more to be truly thankful for.

Here are some highlights:

  • First non-home haircut: My sister took me to a salon to get my haircut for my high school senior photo. It was the first time ever that I had gotten my hair cut or trimmed by anyone other than my mom. It wasn’t even a fancy salon. It was some generic place that is probably on par with Super Disappointments. But I think the woman did an awesome job. She gave me a cut that many of my friends remarked look like Teri Hatcher’s when she was on Lois and Clark (when she had the shorter shag type of hair). It was a high compliment because everyone knew I had the biggest crush on Dean Cain.
  • First taste of Mexican food: I grew up 20 minutes from the US-Mexico border. The first time I ever had Mexican food (and, no, Taco Bell doesn’t count; anyway, I didn’t have Taco Bell until I was in college) was likely my last year of high school or first year of college. I was helping my sister move in to her new place. We got Mexican food from Alberto’s (Yes, Alberto’s, not Aliberto’s or some other variation of “-berto’s”). We had carne asada burritos and carne asada fries. Heck, it might have also been my first taste of guac. Oh. My. God I don’t even know how I could call myself a San Diegan at that time. It was the tastiest meal I had ever had on Earth. How did I live, what did I live on, before that fateful day? I have no clue.
  • Other Restaurant Discoveries:
    • Bud’s Louisiana Cafe – My brother was born in New Orleans. That’s as close a connection I have to The Big Easy as I can get. One day my sister took me to this magical place called Bud’s Louisiana Cafe. Back then it was located in a tiny place in a strip mall in Tierrasanta. It was the first time I had ever had cajun food. I believe the owner (Bud) is from New Orleans. It was my first taste of Jambalaya. What a total life changer! As someone who is obsessed with spicy food, this really hit the spot and opened me up to different types of cuisine. Topped it with their house-made hot sauce, and it’s absolute perfection!
      Oh me, oh my!

      Oh me, oh my!

      Then, to top off the meal, my sister suggested I try the bread pudding. Now, at first thought, I was kind of skeptical. I was not a big fan of bread, and thinking of a big piece of bread sopped in pudding? No bueno. But, I figured I trust my sister’s taste in food. And what kind of crazy person would I be to pass on dessert? I decided to give it a go. I must say, I was NOT disappointed.

      Bread Puddin' in my mouth - stat!

      Bread Puddin’ my mouth – stat!

      It was probably the best damn dessert I had had in my life up to that point in my life. It didn’t taste at all what I imagined it to be. It was more like a custardy cake. It is topped with pecans (which I don’t really like), but the combo is just Mm Mm Mmmm! I mean, words cannot express how delicious it is! Hm, I wonder if I could somehow have it FedExed to me.

    • King’s Hawaiian Restaurant – My sister helped me move into my first apartment. Although thought it was kind of scary, something really great came out of it. I discovered that I didn’t live too far from King’s Hawaiian Restaurant Yes, that King’s. The company that makes those giant loaves of sweet bread that I loved so much growing up. They have a restaurant (and a smaller fast-food style location called The Local Place) — the only one on the mainland. It is as amazing as you can imagine.
      Kalua Nachos! Mine!

      Kalua Nachos! Mine!

      When you first set foot in the establishment, the sweet smells of the bakery waft straight into your nose, and your eyes are treated to an array of cakes, malasadas and more. One of my favorite dishes that I’ve never seen on other Hawaiian restaurants is the Kalua Nachos. They are an absolute must have! The nachos are topped with juice shredded kalua pork, guac, salsa, beans and sour cream. So good!

  • Taught me terrible jokes – I remember when I was a kid, I’d tell these jokes to my friends. They were long jokes where the endings were “A monkey peeling a banana” and “But I tricked him, mama. I wasn’t wearing underpants!” Yeah, don’t ask.
  • Introduced me to the Darkside (i.e., expensive purses and shoes) – Prior to my sister introducing me to the triple digit price tag, buying a purse that cost more than $50 was already breaking the bank to me. I think it started when she got me a Coach purse for Christmas. It was the most amazing thing to me. It made me feel like a million bucks! And as my sister’s collection of designer purses increased, so did mine. I think it was more than just thinking “I have money; I need to spend it on something.” I really wanted to have something to bond with my sister about. Eventually the 3-digit pricetags escalated to 4-digit pricetags and eventually included shoes. I also think living in Orange County, CA, made me want to keep up with the Joneses. Most of my stash collection is now gone; most of it was sold to help finance our move. At first, it wasn’t easy to let go. But once I started, it got easier.

All of my life, I’ve followed a somewhat similar path — graduated from college, moved out of my parents’ house, and married my long-time boyfriend. However, now I can be proud to have an experience that she has never had — motherhood. I’ve been sharing my journey with her, and, in a way, it’s nice to tell her about things that she has never experienced. All I know for sure is she’s one excited auntie-to-be!


[Uno, Dos, Tres] The Final Countdown

Well, I’m 3 days away from my estimated due date, i.e., feeling like I’m watching grass grow as I anticipate *something* to happen.

It’s hard to sit in restaurant booths, my belly itches like crazy, and waking up at 2 or 3 AM every morning to pee has become part of my daily routine.

Just the three of us... soon.

Just the three of us… soon.

The crib bedding and clothes have been washed, and the carseat is in place. All we need is a little body to occupy them.

Since I’ve been on leave for nearly 2 weeks now (and — at present time — knowing I won’t really have a job to go back to), the waiting is killing me.

I fear going more than a mile away from our place in case something happens. Even though I can rest assured that I can call my doula and my husband, and have been reassured that real life labor is nothing like TV/movie labor, the unknown is pretty damn scary!

And so all I can do is try to keep myself busy, and wait… and wait… and wait.

Then there is that part of me that will miss feeling the little kicks and rolling motions, the anticipation of wondering what this little person will look like and life with just my husband and me.

For now, all I can do is hope and pray that this little creature I’ve been baking is healthy. When I look back on the few months of when I was pregnant (and didn’t know it), I already feel like a failure as a parent! So, to my little cookie, please enter this world happy and healthy. Please have all your fingers and toes, eyes that see, ears that hear, and a mouth that makes sound.

I cannot wait to meet you!


[A+R’s Big Adventure] Part 8 – Career Trifecta Completed

March 9, 2004 — On this day in my history, I left a job where I had worked for a year. The reason — I moved to the next county over to start the next chapter in my life.

And now fast forward to twelve years later.

March 9, 2016 — My officemates and I huddled together in a conference room around the speakerphone. In the span of 30 minutes or so, we were told in many words, by many people, that we were losing our jobs.

This is the first time I have ever been laid off. It was kind of a shock to me. While I understood what was happening, I couldn’t quite digest it.

In a way, I was happy because I knew I couldn’t stay in this job for a long time. But on the other hand, I was sad because finding a new job was no longer a choice; it was a necessity.

I’m still grappling with how I feel about this. I have left jobs before, and been fired once (or technically twice). But laid off? This was a first.

View from Columbia Tower on a winter morning. I'll miss seeing this.

View from Columbia Tower on a winter morning. I’ll miss seeing this.

Depending on how I want to look at it, the timing is good or the timing is bad.

The timing is good because, well, it gives me time to focus on the one truly important thing in my life — my new job as a mommy. I’m about 29 days away today, depending on when the little bugger decides it’s time to introduce himself.

The timing is bad, because, well, I’m going to be a mommy. I need to be able to financially support my new little blessing. Plus, it would be nice for my husband and I to have a roof over our head and food on the table.

As part of my job, every Friday we have to discuss our positive focus. Despite this bad news, I will try to stay positive. I turned down a job offer that would have paid me a whole lot more to stay at this job. Even if I had foreseen this outcome, I still would have made this choice.

It may not make sense now, but I know the real reason will reveal itself down the road some day.

For now, it’s on to the next adventure.


[A+R’s Big Adventure] Part 7 – Family, Friends and Food

We’re halfway through our short visit in SoCal.Trying to cram LA, OC and SD in 4 days.

On Day 1, I had my first taste of El Pollo Loco and In-N-Out in 7 months. Oh. Em. GEE. It never tasted so good!

On Day 2, we met up with a coupke of friends and headed to my sister-in-law’s house. Food gorged on: Cheese danish, caffe latter, and parfait at Panera; Macadamia Nut pancakes at Aloha Food Factory; sausage and pepperoni pizza from Fresh Brothers, and lasagna and pasta from Buca di Beppo (this was at my sister-in-law’s house for my nephew’s belated birthday party).

My mother-in-law and sister-in-law have given us piles of baby clothes and homemade blankets. It’s been so fantastic. I have just enjoyed spending time with my in-laws. They still have their Christmas decorations up, so it still feels like the holidays.

Even though it doesn’t really feel like time has passed, I know it has. My neice and nephew have seemingly grown a foot taller. Gosh, the next time I see them, I’m sure my niece will be close to my height. <img draggable=” src=”http://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/72×72/1f622.png” scale=”0″>

Today we’re going to have breakfast with my husband’s old co-co-workers. It will be great to see them and reveal our big news.

Afterwards, it’ll be time to see the first-time grandparents-to-be. I wonder who’ll be more excited – me or them? <img draggable=” src=”http://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/72×72/1f606.png” scale=”0″>


[2015 Wrap-Up] Ch-ch-changes!

If I had to sum up 2015 in one word it would be “Changes.”

There have been so many changes this year, and so many lessons learned along the way.

The first big change was moving from California to Washington. My husband and I had discussed this for such a long time. It always seemed like a dream, but this year it became a reality. I’m happy to report that we’re very happy with the decision. I know I resisted this change for a long time, mainly because I hate change. Change is scary. I don’t really see it as an adventure. I see it as a threat to my security, in a way. But this is one of the lessons I’ve learned this year — take a chance.

Along with the big move was settling in and finding a new job. It was by far the worst part about moving (next to packing up and selling many of our belongings). I had an opportunity for the first time in my life to telecommute. It was kind of nice, but since I was only working part-time, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to pay the bills. Then when I found my employment wouldn’t be extended, my heart sank. Fortunately I lined up a temporary job with a company that I really wanted to work for.

Even though I disliked the temp job, the positive I got out of it was having the experience. Now I can go on with my life and know what it was like to work there. Sure, the company had its perks. But, in the end, I knew it wasn’t where I wanted to be long-term.

The surprise that came out of it was that I got re-hired by the company I had left. Thanks to one of my old co-workers, I was able to interview and get offered a position at a local office. In the process, I had to drop out of the running for one other job that I had interviewed with. So far, my current job has been OK. It’s definitely different in good and not-so-good ways from my job at the corporate office. Overall, though, I am attaining skills that I never really used in my previous position. I don’t think I’ll want to stay in this role for an extended period, but for now, it’s made the transition easier. Eventually I’d like to test the job market waters again.

By far, though, the biggest change this year was something unexpected… On October 5, 2015, I found out that I had a bun in my oven. It was and is something that I’m trying to wrap my head around. I never planned on being a parent, but am feeling a range of emotions (mostly good) about it. The not-so-good feelings are my anxieties, wondering if I’ll be a good parent and all that jazz. Right now I’m trying to take things one day at a time. Hopefully these worries will become something funny I can tell my kid about in the future.

The year 2015, though, has taught me that change is good, even when it doesn’t seem like any good will come out of it. The least I can do is see the positive in everything.

We’ll be kicking off 2016 by seeing our family in southern California. It will be a short trip, but I hope to make the most of it. It will be nice to show family and friends how I’ve progressed, as well as dish the news to our other friends who don’t yet know what’s happening.

My hope for 2016 is to continue having a positive focus, and above all, deliver a healthy baby and enjoy motherhood.


[Uno, Dos, Tres] — Stage 2

I am sure there are plenty of things to experience in life, but what I experienced today is just surreal. I didn’t even have time to think about how I felt. It just happened. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Slowly, yet surely, I’m starting to understand things I never could wrap my head around before.

Today’s weather was similar to what it was like about 6 months ago. It had been stormy at times, but gloomy and cloudy and misty lately. Today, it was sunny and cool and beautiful. Made me feel like all is right with the world.

And so far, it is.


[A & R’s Big Adventure] Part 6 – The Job Hunt Is OVER! (Or Is It?)

Since we moved, I have technically been employed in some form since we got here. However, there was a one-week period where I was only working a few days a week at Intrigue Chocolate Co. It was my only job. If you count job hunting as a job (which I actually do), then, OK, I had two jobs.

My first interview was scheduled the second week I had been in Seattle. The condensed version is that I had talked to the hiring manager while I was still in California. I had indicated that I was not interested in a sales position. He explicitly said “It’s not a sales position. It’s a consultant position.” “Perfect!” I thought to myself. So, it came as a shock to me when I had my face-to-face interview that within 5 minutes of sitting down, I was quickly shown the door.

The conversation started pleasantly enough, until I stated “I do not want to work in sales.” The hiring manager (for visuals, he reminded me of Dean Pelton from the TV show/Yahoo series “Community”) got all wide-eyed and said, “This is a sales position. And with that, he abruptly ended the interview.

Yes, my first Seattle interview went swimmingly (oh) well.

I’m always job searching, but moving to a new city in a different state presented new challenges. Since I don’t know anyone here really, it’s difficult to network. So, I had to pull up my big girl corporate panties and put myself out there.


Sometimes in the job hunt, you feel stuck.

In no particular order, here are the phases of my job hunting experience.

  • Putting My Best Foot Forward (Virtually)
    Being an introverted and shy person, networking is probably the word I dread the most when it comes to job hunting. The advice I was given is that networking is your best weapon in the hunt. Simply filling out the online application or sending out your resume just doesn’t cut it.With much dread, I logged into LinkedIn. I started out e-mailing people I remotely knew. For instance, I got in contact with the owner of Savor Seattle, a walking food tour company. Then I started e-mailing former colleagues and supervisors. Lastly, I targeted various recruiters from staffing agencies.In some ways, it started to get easier, but I felt a lot of shame, especially when contacting former colleagues and supervisors. Basically, my e-mails would be read like this (only in a more polished version): “Hey [name of former colleague/supervisor] who you probably don’t remember: I picked up my belongings and plopped them down in a new city. I have a roof over my head, but have no clue how I’m going to pay for it. Are your or anyone you know hiring?”There were a few positives that came out of my approach:
    1. I made a new friend/supporter. One of my old co-workers who had recently moved from California to North Carolina for a new job opportunity put me in touch with a woman who had retired from the company we both used to work for. I’ll just use her initials, BA. BA and I have been corresponding pretty much on a weekly basis. Although she wasn’t able to get me in touch with anyone regarding job opportunities, she had dispensed some valuable career advice, as well as being a shoulder to cry on.2. I landed my temp job with a major company in Seattle. I sought out a recruiter who indicated on her LinkedIn profile that she recruited for this specific company. I connected with her and hoped for the best. Although the agency she works for failed on me twice (for one job, I got the interview but no offer; for the other job, the company passed on me altogether), she finally came through. If anything, I think working here is a rite of passage for anyone who moves to Seattle. It’s pretty interesting to see the company from the outside and then the inside.

  • Enduring the Agony of Rejection… Again, and Again, and Again
    Rejection sucks. There is just no way around it. However, I must say, the bright side is actually getting an interview in the first place. There has got to be some badge of honor for having a great resume and/or cover letter that makes someone think, “Hey, I’d like to bring this candidate in for some facetime.” Still, having had 4 interviews and the resulting non offers over the course of 2-3 months was a big blow. This doesn’t even include the other dozens of rejection e-mails and, perhaps even worse, the non-response from other companies I had applied to.I fear and loathe failure. Every type of rejection feels like another stab in the heart. For a while, it seemed like friends or acquaintances who were looking for jobs each finally landed a permanent position. Every time it happened, I thought, “I’m next!” as if we were standing in line at the DMV. But as the time passed, my hope started to fade.

  • Increased Rejections = Improved Resumes
    Despite the pain of rejection, there was a bright side (I suppose). Each time I applied, I would review my resume and make tweaks. Sometimes I would just have this “Aha!” moment, such as using a stronger word or remembering some other accomplishment that I had not thought of before.Even though re-looking at my resume for the umpteenth time felt like looking at my face in the mirror after having a hangover, I know changes had to be made. Every. Single. Time. It’s definitely time-consuming and gut-wrenching, but it has to be done.

Maybe the tweaks didn’t lead to offers left and right, but I sure felt better inside. It meant that I was not giving up, even though it would have seemed easier to do so.

So, here I am, approximately 3.5 months since I have had a permanent position. My former co-worker tipped me off to an opening at the company’s Seattle office. I had looked everywhere but at my old company. Why? There was no opening at the time I had arrived, so I figured there wouldn’t be one in the near future.

Although the position a step down from what I used to do, I decided to go for it. Moving to Seattle was a time for me to refresh and renew. I want to try new things instead of rejecting them without even trying. This was probably one of my mistakes from before. I wanted to continue moving up and up. But in doing so, I probably missed out on opportunities — to meet new people, attain new skills, and simply have the experience.

For instance, the work I do at Intrigue Chocolate Co. is pretty basic — I apply labels to truffles and truffle bars. It seems simple enough. However, I learned there is a bit of marketing to the technique. As one of the co-owners described it to me (I’m paraphrasing here), “unwrapping a truffle should be an experience” for the consumer. In addition, I’ve learned about proper food preparation and handling. I have never worked in a kitchen before. So, I’m pretty fascinated by the things I don’t know from years sitting in front of a computer.

Anyway, two weeks after my interview, I received an offer. Then a few minutes after that, I was contacted by a hiring manager for a different job at a different company that I had applied for. This job is a stepping stone to my preferred (or should I say next) career path. I am not sure if I will get it or not, but the thought of having 2 offers on the table astounds me. It would definitely be a first.

I didn’t know how long my job search would last, but one thing is for sure – I was going to try hard and not give up (though I did take a month-long break).

My advice is (though it’s hypocritical to type this since I don’t listen to it myself is) to never give up. Take a break if you have to, cry if you need to, or find a shoulder to lean on. I also read a lot of career articles and only took to heart the ones I felt comfortable with. Everyone is different. Now go out there and put your best face and foot forward!


[A & R’s Big Adventure] Part 5 – 90(ish) Days Later

My hubby and I have successfully completed one full season (summer) in Seattle.

Life in the Emerald City is definitely different from life in Vanillaville.

We have had to adjust to the weather, sunrises and sunsets, and general vibe of our new city. So far, I have quite enjoyed actually living in the city than in the suburbs. I used to spend about 5 hours on weekdays in my car. Now the most I spend is maybe under an hour tops. I’ve quite enjoyed taking the bus. It can be relaxing.

There are things I miss, too, though – my family and friends, and In-N-Out. You don’t realize how much things mean to you until they’re 1500 miles away. But, I try to keep in mind the joy I will have when we are reunited.

Looking forward to seeing what Fall brings… outside of PSL. Bleck!