Whoops. It’s been a minute since I last wrote something. Since my last post on September 15th, we have lived in two states, traveled home to Kansas City, celebrated our daughter’s second birthday, and mourned the loss of our sweet dog Mia. Ethan worked a not-so-great travel assignment at a hospital in Salt Lake City and started a new job in a Silicon Valley hospital. I fell into something resembling the routine of a stay-at-home mom to a toddler. I had high hopes of adding regular blogging into that routine, but clearly that didn’t happen.
Our move from Washington to Utah was stressful and frustrating, and it ended with a huge emotional blow. Our plans to visit some bucket list destinations between Port Angeles and Salt Lake were foiled by wildfires, so while we tried to make the best of our travel time, we ended up having a lot of unnecessary transitions with our kiddo, hopping from Airbnb to hotel to Airbnb, etc. Ethan had an awful time getting all of his requirements completed to start the SLC job on time. The agency seemed to throw one new thing after another at him, including 20+ hours of online training modules that he had to somehow squeeze in while we were on the road. Stress levels are already elevated when traveling and moving with a toddler; ours were through the roof at this point. Finally, the day came for us to move into our new place, a basement Airbnb apartment in the suburbs of SLC. The promise of stability and structure and sleep was so close we could almost taste it. We had planned to move in a full week before Ethan’s start date just so we had time to get settled and explore our new city.
About an hour into unpacking, while Ethan was across town getting yet another flu shot or TB test or drug test or whatever random procedure, our elderly, three-legged lab Mia began to show signs of distress. As soon as Ethan returned with the car, we rushed her to the closest vet where we were informed that she wasn’t going to make it. I don’t want to rehash a lot of the details, and honestly my abrupt pause in writing was due in large part to this event. I wanted to write about her death, but then again, I didn’t. It felt like a bad dream or a giant f-you from the universe right at that moment. I didn’t know how to put her passing into words that would honor her life, and I couldn’t just move on and write about all the cool places we were visiting. So I stopped. I thought about writing again, but I didn’t. Weeks went by, then months. I started stressing about how long it had been, what my first new post would be about, did I even want to do this anymore? I let myself forget about blogging for awhile, but I believe I’m back for now.
I will leave you with some happy pictures of our Mia girl, and then I’ll be back soon with some updates from sunny California.