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ZAV

We bought a house! 
We were under contract within two weeks of moving to New Orleans. That’s how much we love this city. We’re all in.
The house is beyond, and we’re currently in the process of remodeling all three bathrooms and the kitchen, as well as painting endless 12-foot walls until we get blisters. 
For more on the remodeling process, I’ve started a blog called Five Porches. Yes, that’s how many porches we now have (if you’ve got a very generous definition of a porch).

We bought a house! 

We were under contract within two weeks of moving to New Orleans. That’s how much we love this city. We’re all in.

The house is beyond, and we’re currently in the process of remodeling all three bathrooms and the kitchen, as well as painting endless 12-foot walls until we get blisters. 

For more on the remodeling process, I’ve started a blog called Five Porches. Yes, that’s how many porches we now have (if you’ve got a very generous definition of a porch).

Tomorrow we move to New Orleans! I am excited and nervous and hopeful.

Moving to New Orleans is a great litmus test. Some people say: “How wonderful!” Some say: “What’s taking you there?” As if it were a bad thing. How to explain that we want to live in a small city with a great sense of self. A culture of arts, food and drink.

I have no idea what it will actually be like, but perhaps I will resurrect this here blog as we forge the next part of our lives.

Opposite the exam table in the tiny room in Student Health is a sign that reads: CHAPERONE AVAILABLE TO ATTEND YOUR EXAM. 
The nurse who took my blood pressure asked if I wanted a chaperone, and when I said “no,” she thanked me. I declined again when the nurse practitioner asked a few minutes later.
This is the land of pelvic exams, and I remarked that a chaperone could surely only make things more awkward. My NP replied with a story about the exam she’d done for a mother with four daughters — a stepladder of girls — ages five and up.
The mother was homeschooling her children and they were studying health and anatomy. As a lesson, she wanted her children to witness her pelvic exam. The four stood right next to the NP, intently watching everything she did, every swab she took. They never once looked at their mother’s face.

Opposite the exam table in the tiny room in Student Health is a sign that reads: CHAPERONE AVAILABLE TO ATTEND YOUR EXAM. 

The nurse who took my blood pressure asked if I wanted a chaperone, and when I said “no,” she thanked me. I declined again when the nurse practitioner asked a few minutes later.

This is the land of pelvic exams, and I remarked that a chaperone could surely only make things more awkward. My NP replied with a story about the exam she’d done for a mother with four daughters — a stepladder of girls — ages five and up.

The mother was homeschooling her children and they were studying health and anatomy. As a lesson, she wanted her children to witness her pelvic exam. The four stood right next to the NP, intently watching everything she did, every swab she took. They never once looked at their mother’s face.

Today was my final day of graduate school. To celebrate, I picked up a parking ticket and a commemorative T-shirt.
This is the objective correlative I’ve been trying to teach my intermediate creative writing class all quarter.

Today was my final day of graduate school. To celebrate, I picked up a parking ticket and a commemorative T-shirt.

This is the objective correlative I’ve been trying to teach my intermediate creative writing class all quarter.

Married! (Taken with Instagram)

Married! (Taken with Instagram)

Last night we took a zodiac over to our friend’s island to spend the night. The zodiac nearly ran out of power (it’s electric!) and the pontoons leak, but we made it after a minor rescue mission was launched.

The rest of the trip was spent swimming in the bay, grilling, stargazing and walking along sandbars at low tide. Perfection!

Last night we took a zodiac over to our friend’s island to spend the night. The zodiac nearly ran out of power (it’s electric!) and the pontoons leak, but we made it after a minor rescue mission was launched.

The rest of the trip was spent swimming in the bay, grilling, stargazing and walking along sandbars at low tide. Perfection!

Today is our ten-year dating anniversary! The clock starts over when we get married in three short weeks…

Today is our ten-year dating anniversary! The clock starts over when we get married in three short weeks…

GPOYW on a boat.

GPOYW on a boat.

A view from a row.

A view from a row.

A rainy day and night in Maine, and a warm fire courtesy of my future husband.

A rainy day and night in Maine, and a warm fire courtesy of my future husband.

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