Welcome to your lodge!
Welcome to your lodge!
~Joy~ DS1-8/5/05, DS2-10/18/10 (VBAC#1), DS3- 4/11/12 (VBAC#2!)
Okay here we go...
I guess my story starts with meeting my DH, Porter. In 2001, we had both moved to NYC after college. I was working at my first job in publishing, and became good friends with the girl at the desk next to me, who started inviting me out to regular Wednesday nights at a bar where her boyfriend's roommate bartended. There were actually four roommates in all, one of whom was Porter. We somehow managed to both go to that bar every Wednesday night for eight months without ever meeting, but one fateful night he showed up early/I'd stayed a little late and, not to be cheesy, but it was sincerely magic from minute one. He sat next to me, and we started talking, and never said a word to anyone else the entire night. We were both very intrigued. Only problem was, I was still dating my college boyfriend at the time...but that relationship was already seriously past its due date in a LOT of ways, and so after a couple of months of indecision and mild drama, I made the right call and broke it off with college boyfriend. Porter and I started dating pretty much right away, and within a very short time we were absolutely inseparable. We moved in together to a little place in Brooklyn about a year later, and six months after that, on a windy camping trip with family in the Outer Banks, he proposed! It was an obvious YES
We got married in New Orleans (where all of my family is from) in April 2005 (yes, just months before Katrina). It was the first time there for Porter and most of his New England family, and the first time Porter was meeting any of my family except for my mom. Somehow we ended up with a destination wedding hosting 100 people (I guess everyone thought New Orleans in April sounded like fun!) so it was basically an epic four day weekend extravaganza. For our rehearsal dinner we rented vans and drove the wedding party and close family out across the lake to my grandmother's house, where she hosted a big crawfish boil--again, a first for most people involved and SO much fun. After the wedding, we went to Isla Mujeres (an island off Cancun--way less touristy) for ten days and omg, it's still my happy place. In fact, we loved it so much we went back for our one year anniversary, and still talk about how we are going to manage another visit someday. (Strangely, it was also hit hard by a hurricane later that year—Wilma.)
Anyway, shortly after getting married, we started talking more and more seriously about how we both felt sort of dead-ended in our jobs, and really wanted to live somewhere where we would be able to afford a little house with a yard, and have a dog, and get out hiking and camping regularly without herculean effort—all things we could never have in the NYC area. After a trip to LA in January (with the accompanying amazing weather), we’d started throwing around the idea of moving there, but everyone told us we’d hate it. Porter had gone to his last two years of college at the U of A in Tucson, and his stepdad still lived here, in a big house alone. He offered up his extra space for us to stay in if we wanted to move out, and so after a lot of soul searching, we decided to just take a leap. In December 2005, we both quit our jobs, packed our little apartment and our cat into a moving truck, and headed west.
Long story short, Porter entirely changed fields right away from film and television to art teacher, and I took a few classes while working at a bookstore, hoping to find a different path than publishing, but ended up getting sucked back in. What can I say, books and I are inseparable. This time, though, the job in question was much more dynamic (marketing) than my previous jobs had been (copyediting/proofreading) so I decided to give it a shot. Turns out I loved it—and working at a small press gave me the opportunity to try my hand at the piece of the process I was really interested in, design. Now I’ve worked my way into a double-title job as half assistant sales manager and half book designer, and I love it.
Next installment: the baby story