We're still here.

Since Christmas is no longer 'just around the corner,' but literally dripping from every hotel, office building and store in Foggy Bottom, I should probably catch everyone up on our fall season.

Adam was invited to work in the UK for the month of October, and I was the lucky duck to got to tag along. My parents volunteered stay in our condo while we were gone, selflessly looking after the cats once again. We set off with high expectations - fusty old art museums and black current jam and all that. Upon landing, I promptly got sick, however, and so I had to go see kindly old Doctor Campbell with his pheasant-print necktie and quaint, British euphemisms. Once I was mostly well, we got down to business, touring through London, Bath, Bristol and Cheltenham. Met some great new friends through Adam's work and even ran into old friends from Ottawa. We could have stayed in Bristol forever. The port part of town is filed with modern art, pretty water taxis, wholesome vegetarian food and flat, dry English cider. We stayed in a slick, self-contained apartment (recommended by our friend, Megan) and gorged on bowls of warm curry. What's not to like?

 

Our return to the US felt like coming home. This reminded us, once again, how difficult it will be to leave DC in a year or so. Only having just arrived in February, our short tenure here has forced us to appreciate each day like we never have before. Not an easy task when you're writing a PhD thesis (or, in Adam's case, finishing a Master's degree and working full-time). On the other hand, this is Christmas in Washington. A perfect time and place to be wealthy, healthy and madly in love.