I'm combining yesterday and today's blog entry because they were filled with a lot of the same thing.
Long story short, Arlo and I are moving into our new place tomorrow! We're renting out a room in a house in North Portland. Portland is such a beautiful city! And I'm so excited! I get a new place for my birthday!!! =D
We've spent much of the last two days searching for a place. The room we're renting out is on a month by month basis, which is awesome for us. It's time to settle down and work again. Time to make money for the next adventure!
We would not have been able to do this without the support of our friends, family, and total strangers who let us stay in their home for a night. We're forever grateful to everyone!!!
I think I'll probably continue to update here every now and then. And I'll definitely do day-by-day updates on our next adventure (whenever that may be).
I'm so happy to have a place to call home, and a bed to call my own. It'll be nice to be able to leave my stuff somewhere everyday that isn't my car.
We're now very aggressively looking for jobs. A million different things are going through my head right now. Just look at how this blog is laid out! I have 1-2 sentence paragraphs everywhere!
In the middle of all this exciting newness in my life, I really miss my doggie Tiffany back at my parent's house. I really miss her unique way of saying "welcome home!". I would walk in the door, my arms usually full of stuff. She would be laying down on her blue recliner in the front room, and suddenly, her big radar ears would perk all the way up in excitement. She wouldn't get down from her spot yet. "Hey Tiff Miff!" I would call to her as I unloaded the contents of my arms onto the coffee table. Her ears would immediately flatten to her head, and she would respond with a welcoming coo/growl that anyone else would think was some threat to stay away. I would do the same back to her. At this time, she would jump down and either run up to me, or run to the back of the house, depending on if anyone else was home. If my dad was home, she would run out to him and bark a lot, letting him know I was here. She did this anytime someone came home. After her fanfare of barks, she would run back to me and I would scrunch up her little cheeks in my hands, scratch behind her big ears, and then down her back. She would only take about 10 seconds of this before she backed out of it, making another coo/growl. After refusing further petting, she would run away, and come back with a toy, usually a ball, and drop it in front of me. She would nudge it toward me with her nose, and make a noise between a growl and a bark, as if to say, "Let's play!". Corgi's are very vocal. I'd throw her toy, and she would repeat the dropping, nudging, and growling. I don't think we've ever reached a point where she didn't want to play anymore. I'm pretty sure she could play herself to death if someone was willing to sit there and throw the ball long enough. I know that if I came home right now, this is exactly what would happen. And it's one of the only things that kills me to be anywhere else but there in the front room, playing with my girl.
I miss my family. I miss my friends. And I really miss my Tiffany.
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