Island Living Here We Come!

Whoa. The last few months have been a bit of a whirlwind to say the least. In the last 40 or so days we have sold our house and all our furniture, given notice to our jobs, decided to change our careers and move from Northern California to HAWAII. It sounds even crazier when I write it down.
hawaii jumping

Here’s how it all went down… long story short, I wasn’t happy. My job wasn’t exactly the right fit for me and never really was. There were parts of my job I loved, like the people, the event planning, etc., but I’ve always wanted to be the one in charge and after four years I felt ready to take on more responsibility and risk. When I graduated college I moved back to my home town and bought a house with my now-husband and had a mortgage and all the things that go along with owning a home. We lived in suburbia surrounded by neighbors with children and mini-vans (there’s nothing wrong with that if you’re ready for it). We spent all of our time (and money) painting and doing upgrades to the house, decorating and doing yard work. Most of it we enjoyed (like being able to throw big get togethers and parties, grow our own vegetable garden, etc) but it left us little time and money to get out and enjoy the world. Don’t get me wrong, in the past 4 years we did some traveling and we had a lot of fun, but it just wasn’t right. I wanted to get out and enjoy my “childhood” before it was over.

Fast-forward 4 years and it’s time for a shake-up. We listed our house on the market to test the waters and see what would happen with the economy the way it is. Our realtor told us it probably wouldn’t sell for what we wanted it to sell for, it’d be upside down and we’d have to short sell if we wanted to leave. We didn’t want to lose money so if we didn’t come out even, we weren’t going to sell, which means we’d be stuck unless we could rent it out. We listed the house and within 24 hours it sold for over our asking price. We accepted an offer a week later and entered escrow. 30 days later, it was moving day. My first thought… “Sh*t. We don’t have a place to live!”

We started talking about our options. Do we move to another city? In only 30 days? That sounds crazy. Do we move downtown to be closer to work and our friends and enjoy the city life? Probably. Well at least my parents live nearby and have a spare bedroom if absolutely necessary.

A few days later we got an amazing offer to move to Hawaii from my husband’s family who lives on Oahu. They happen to own a condo that we are able to move into as soon as we’d like (rent free) until we get on our feet. Who says no to that, right? So we’re now staying at my parent’s house until we make the big move on March 18th.

Am I nervous? Yes. Of course. There are a lot of aspects of  my life here that I absolutely love and will be very sad to leave. I have never lived more than 2 hours away from my best friend (besides when we each studied abroad, but that was only 6 months at a time) and that will be a very difficult adjustment for me. I will miss my family, my friends, my Kaia girls and my co-workers. Being so far away from friends and family is scary, but we just have to try. You only live once and I know I would regret it if we passed up this opportunity before giving it a shot.

  comfort-zone

What am I going to do for work? Well, that you’ll find out soon. I have a business opportunity there that I will share at a later time (it’s a pretty damn good one!) and I am beyond excited about it.

I look forward to sharing our journey and I hope you’ll stay tuned!

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

M.I.A.

Six weeks. I’ve been MIA for six weeks. That is the longest I have gone without blogging since I started Artistry By Adele and I’m shocked I let it go that long. This blog has been my creative outlet and a major source of my enjoyment for such a long time that I’m surprised I let it get away from me. I always said, the day my blog feels like a chore is the day I’ll stop posting.

One day, I sat down in front of my computer and was just out of ideas. I felt like I ran out of things to write about and nothing that came to mind warranted an entire blog post. Do people REALLY want to hear about this recipe I made last night? It wasn’t even that good… Are these photos REALLY interesting enough to post on the internet? Is my writing ACTUALLY good enough to keep readers entertained? That was when blogging started to feel like a chore. I’ve been feeling that way for a while now (over six weeks to be specific) until this morning. This morning I thought, F#$% it. If people don’t want to read it, they won’t. And that’s fine with me. Each post doesn’t have to be the best blog post I’ve ever written. I started this blog to have fun and explore my creativity and interests, and that’s what I plan to do. I may not post as often as I used to (every day), but that’s okay too. It’s my blog after all. I can do what I want with it, right?

Most of my time over the last couple months has been spent helping some of my friends celebrate their marriages. Three of my closest friends, including my absolute best friend on the planet, got married this summer/fall and I was lucky enough to be a bridesmaid in two of the weddings and a Matron of Honor in one. My husband was also a groomsman in two of the three weddings so we were both pretty busy with bachelor/bachelorette parties, bridal showers, engagement parties, rehearsal dinners, and weddings.

All three weddings were photographed by the lovely Bre Thurston and you can see more of these photos on her website.

So once all the craziness subsided, I got bored. I was happy to have a break and get back to normal life, but when I got there, I went into a bit of a funk. So I figured, what better way to get out of my funk than to plan a spontaneous trip to New York to visit two of my good friends, especially since I’ve never been before. I was so excited for the trip, but then Sandy hit and I wasn’t able to go. Thankfully both friends are just fine, but I decided to put that trip off until the Spring and instead my hubby and I just booked a trip to visit family in Hawaii for Christmas AND I’m planning a girls’ trip to Vegas in January. Vegas fixes everything.

I also turned 27 on Tuesday. For some reason, I wasn’t very excited about this birthday. 27 is just such a strange number. To celebrate, a couple of my girlfriends and I did the fleet feet neon fun run where we got to wear these awesome hot pink, light up vests. My best friend won a pair of new running shoes in the raffle, and we ended our run at a nearby bar and had a couple of beers to celebrate. Not a bad way to start a new year of my life. The vests definitely helped.

In other news, I re-joined the world on Twitter. I am still figuring out how to use it properly, hashtags and all, but I think I love it. My tweets are private, but if you’d like to follow me I’d be glad to accept!

Plan on seeing a lot more of me from now on. I miss all my blogging buddies! Happy Friday!

2012

This year I decided to make a resolution list of things I think I can realistically obtain. Most of them are pretty small, but I figure if I write them down it will help me make sure to complete them. So here goes (in no particular order)

– Read at least 15 books..I know this may sound like a small number to some people (in particular both of my parents who could read 15 books in a month if they tried..) but this is a reasonable goal for me. I would say I usually read about 6-10 a year, depending on the year. Between working full-time, training for a half marathon (possibly a full after that), family obligations, and any other excuse I can think of right now, I have trouble reading as much as I’d like to. So this year, I’d like to watch less TV and read more. Simple enough, right?

– Run at least 600 miles- If I run 50 miles a month this will be no problem. When I get closer to my first half I know I’ll be running much more than 50 in  a month but I am also accounting for any “time off” I know I will take.

– Blog at least twice a week, EVERY week – I’d love to make this goal to blog every day, but that isn’t realistic for me. Some weeks I have plenty of time and plenty of ideas of what to blog about and others I’m too busy or too creatively blocked to post about anything. Yes, I could post just to post on those days, but who wants to read that? I figure two good posts a week are better than 7 crappy ones, right?

– Learn more about photography- I have learned so much about photography and my camera in the last year and I want to learn even more this year.

– Upgrade my camera – Hopefully within the next year it will be worth my while to sell my camera and upgrade for a more professional version to turn a hobby into a possible side job.

– Cross off a few items from the bucket list – any items will do! I just want to do a few each year. :)

Happy New Year everyone!

How I Got to 13.1 Miles

I need to start by telling you all that I am not a runner. I’ve never been a runner. I grew up hating running/jogging, and any activity involving those things. In high school, I was the kid who walked the mile in p.e. with my friends. I used to act like it was because I was just too cool, but really I had horrible asthma and absolutely hated running and didn’t want to feel miserable. Yesterday I ran 13.1 miles. I started running in May to get ready to run a 5k (3.1 miles). I was only running on a treadmill at the time and got up to about 2.5 miles before going to run the 5k. When I started, running one mile was difficult for me. I’d want to quit the moment I started, but I kept going so I could finish the 5k. That day came and I ran the whole thing straight through (mostly because I had a friend with me telling me I wasn’t ALLOWED to stop). I did a few more 5ks over the next month or so and they started to get easier and easier.

This photo was taken after my first 5k.

So  I decided to start training for a 10k (6.2 miles) at the end of June. That number sounded HUGE to me. I ran every week and got to the point where I ran 4.5 miles outside one time and figured I was ready for the 10k. That race was at the end of June right in my neighborhood, which has very little shade, so I was huffing and puffing and getting sunburned the whole way. At the end I said to my friend “That wasn’t fun. I’m done. I don’t need to do that again.” And I took a month off of running. I went to Hawaii and planned on running, but I didn’t. Finally, in August I decided I wanted to get back into it. I started running again with a friend who lives in my neighborhood. We ran early in the morning before work and pretty soon we were back up to 6 miles. So, we registered for a 1/2 marathon on Halloween weekend. Each week we ran in the mornings and then did long runs on the weekend. We had good weeks and bad weeks depending on how busy we both were at work. Some days I would get out there and two miles would be extremely hard for me and some days six miles would be easy. On the days when running two miles was difficult, I’d want to throw in the towel. If two miles was hard, how the hell was I going to do 13.1?!

But, we didn’t quit, and a few weeks ago we did our longest run and got all the way up to 11 miles. We were very proud of ourselves. After that long run we both got so busy with work that we only ran 2-3 times in the following 2 weeks up to the race. We were also training on completely flat ground the whole time because there are very little hilly areas in Sacramento and none in our neighborhood. I was nervous about that because I knew our half marathon would have hills, but we didn’t have time to drive for 30 minutes to find them each time we ran. My nerves were warranted because yesterday, there were hills. Lots of them. And the worst one of all was at the very end of the race. How cruel is that?

Five miles into the half marathon I was dragging already. I was dreading the next eight miles ahead and questioning if I could even finish when I saw my dad waiting for me ahead, which meant my mom and husband were waiting for me too. After I noticed my dad was wearing a ridiculous shirt that read “My daughter kicks asphalt” I noticed that it wasn’t just my parents and my husband waiting for me. My best friend, her fiance, and their roommate and my good friend, were all there and ALL wearing their own ridiculous shirts. As silly as it might be, I got all teared up. 13 miles may not be a big deal to many people, but for me, it was a huge deal and having so many important people there who understand and appreciate how hard this was for me really meant a lot. AND their shirts were hilarious. Apparently the runners were loving them the whole way!

“Worst parade EVER.”      “Your feet hurt because you kick so much @$$!”

“You can’t run from your problems”        “My daughter kicks asphalt” “It could be worse. There could be FIVE bridges”

“You Rock!!” (of course, my mom’s is the sweetest)

Around 10.5 miles I was dragging. I knew the last mile was going to be extremely hard for me and I would want to walk. So, I text messaged my husband and asked him to meet me at mile 12. He showed up with my dad and they ran the next 1/2 mile with me and then took a short cut to the finish line so they could see me cross. Having them there pushing me along really helped. Then I bared the big hill on my own and made it to the finish and got my medal.

Lindsey and Me after the race.

If you want to read my past posts about training for the half, click on these links- To Run, or Not to Run? , 1/2 Marathon Update , 1/2 Marathon Update 2- It’s Getting Close!

Finishing felt pretty damn good. I guess I am a runner now?