An unseasonably warm evening...

She said:

So I'm sitting on the back porch (aka the scary wooden fire escape structure behind my apartment) as I write this post, and I cannot emphasize enough how unusual it is to be sitting outside in San Francisco at 10 pm at night with a short sleeve shirt on. Today was absolutely beautiful and for once the fog or persistent SF wind hasn't kicked up so we're continuing to enjoy the warmth into the evening. It's a wonderful feeling to sit outside listening to the night noises of the city - the cars, the faint voices of a party a few houses down, and even a few birds who have obviously become confused with the weather and think it must be morning.

Tonight I went out for a few drinks with my old friend Matthew and new friend Charlie. The topic of conversation was of course Joey's and mine eminent departure as well as Matthew and Charlie's upcoming December trip to Buenos Aires. Charlie has lived in BA and continues to travel there regularly, so he was entertaining Matthew and I with stories of the nightlife in BA and the surrounding coastal towns and mountain escapes. The three of us were getting unbelievably excited at the thought of spending the holidays in the sun on a beach surrounded by beautiful Latinos. Ok - so they were slightly more excited by the Latin women who are supermodel quality and distinguish themselves by only wearing the most minimal swimwear (aka thongs) on the beach but whatever. His obvious excitement of returning to a place that he's been gave me even more of a sense of what is in store for us in the future.

So I'm ending my evening by being simultaneously excited at the glamor of the South American parties to come and tranquil surrounded by the simple serenity of a warm evening at my home in SF.

Up next: how I need to get into bikini shape STAT or face international humiliation on the fantastic beaches of Argentina.

Why lazy Sundays will soon be a thing of the past

She said:

As I sit in front of my laptop, enjoying what I'm sure will be one of my last lazy Sunday afternoons in San Francisco, I'm confronted with the daunting challenge of catching everyone up on the transgressions of my life in the last two months. What has led myself and my lovely other half Joey (to be hereby referred to as Joey, Joe, J, him, muchacho, etc.) to pack up our lives and the dog and move from the San Francisco Bay Area to Buenos Aires, Argentina. As I like like lists, and tend to find them quite efficient, why don't I take a shot at summarizing how it all came to be.

1. Boy and Girl are friends for two years
2. Boy and Girl begin dating and fall in love (and anyone who knows us knows that the simplicity of that statement in comparison with real life events is laughable)
3. Boy and Girl are both motivated, career-minded professionals who are relatively consumed by jobs in the political and public relations industries. Girl and boy are busy but happy - motivated! Moving up the chain! Headed upwards to prestige, respect, and of course larger salaries and 401k's!
4. Both Boy and Girl lose jobs suddenly and unexpectedly within 5 weeks of each other (uncanny to say the least)
5. Boy and Girl make decision to take a leap of faith and move abroad in order to pursue higher education, knowledge of a new language and culture, and elevate status from "knowledgeable 20-somethings" to "global badasses".

So here we are! Exactly 71 days until D-Day. As the time gets closer, the busier and crazier things are going to get which is why I fear that lazy Sundays will soon be on the endangered species list.

Still, I do solemnly swear to remain committed to our new online project so that we can stay connected with our friends and loved ones, present our experience of moving abroad to those who may be thinking of doing the same, and generally entertain you and ourselves with what I'm sure will be quite the tale. Both J and I will author the posts, and if we can somehow train Madison to paw a few keys we'll try to include those too.

Up next: why being marginally employed and obsessed with saving for the move is SERIOUSLY hindering our ability to go out for sushi. What a rough life.