Fall is in the air. I can smell it. Ryan says he hates it--fall. He hates it when it gets cold and gray. I love it. I don't know what it is, but I love it the most when the air is crisp and you can wear a sweater, but you don't need a coat--not yet. It's my favorite kind of weather. The rain hasn't come and the leaves are falling off the trees one by one.
Fall in Sacramento is ok. We don't have the great colors that they have in other areas. The trees here seem to get together and decide what day they are going to drop all of their leaves and then the next day, they are gone. It's all or nothing here in California's capitol.
For those of you in Utah, count yourselves lucky that you get a great fall. Those of you in London too. Here's a shout out to Lindsey! She met a Brit during our last week in London, took "long distance relationship" to the next level, and then married him last month. She's living in London with her new husband--and I wish she would start a "I live in London with my British husband" blog. Why won't she? Linds, why won't you?
Ryan keeps telling me that I have a lot of typos on my blog. I am sorry if I miss typos, especially since I'm an English major and I should know better. But, I'm not perfect and so you may have to look past a typo every now and then.
Ryan has also been bugging me forever to change my profile and include how we really met. Although our first official meeting was in the church parking lot, Ryan can't remember it. He goes by our first official "hanging out." This happened 4 years ago on Labor Day. I went with some friends to Stinson Beach (north of SF) and he showed up a few hours later carrying a towel and a book. We didn't connect instantly. We talked about what we were reading and that was about it. I knew I liked him--I had never really met anyone like him. But, at the end of the day, he asked my friend Kellie out. Awesome. So awesome.
To make a really long story short, we eventually started dating in October of 2001, but then he dumped me after Thanksgiving. I was crushed. Then we were just best friends for the next year while he dated everyone I knew and I sat back and watched. I dated too, but not as much as him. We struggled to find a definition for our friendship and because we spent so much time together as friends--not boyfriend and girlfriend--it got complicated. Then, he moved to Flagstaff. I missed him, but I got through it and by the time he decided to come back to Sacramento to pursue a job opportunity, I was on my way to London. We were best friends before we were anything else--now we are married. That is how it happened. The moral of the story being...If you hang around each other long enough, it'll work out.
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