Beginning With Edith

J and I met in August 2012. It was a chance meeting while I was fulfilling a summer internship abroad and he was visiting an annual memorial for a fellow Marine in northern England. Neither of us expected it to turn into anything, yet, here we are, March 2015, and I can't imagine a life without him. Over the past 2 1/2+ years we've coped with over 4,500 miles between us, three different country codes, and the entanglements of international visa processes. But finally, J and I have all of the appropriate approvals from the same country, where we can begin laying the foundation for a shared life. And it all begins with Edith.

Edith is not a person. She's a place -- a piece of the first address that has ever had both of our names attached to it. A foreclosure my parents purchased during the 2008 housing crash that J and I are lucky enough to be semi-gifted with as we adjust to one life of two. Her 1970's bones need a face lift, so, while we stay here, we will be taking on the renovations so that my parents can rent her out once we get our feet under us and rent/purchase a place of our own.

But for now, she is ours. And we want our work to reflect that.

That is the purpose of this blog. To document how our life transitions from calculating between five different time zones to figuring out what it means to be under one little roof. It's an adventure, and we want to be able to share it with those we love who may still be all those miles away.

[ Our little yellow home sweet home. ]