Travel Log -- DAY 3

Happy Anniversary, I got this frosty just for you

It might sound like we had no fun on this cross-country adventure. But that’s not true. It was actually a blast to be cooped up in a car, surveying the goodness of God’s creation as we traveled. Yes, there were ups and downs, but overall it was a great time to be alive.

By the time we hit the outskirts of D.C, though, we were pretty beat. That’s not to say I wasn’t in awe of my new home. Chris was too, but he’d been there before. For me, this was brand new. I was overwhelmed with the lush green trees blocking our view of anything past the roadway. And my skin felt increasingly hydrated as we made our way to the east coast.

We arrived at our BFF (John and Holly)’s house and were greeted by her parents, who were watching Trevan while they celebrated their third anniversary. Wait, if they’re celebrating, doesn’t that mean… Yep. It was OUR third anniversary, too (we were married within one day of each other). With a little help, we unhooked our car and set out to investigate our new homeland. Unfortunately, it was night and Chris had no idea where he was going. When he realized we needed gas, we were in Southeast D.C. and I was scared. I thought we’d be shot (apparently I think that a lot).

Fearing for our safety, we headed back. On the way, though, we bought frostys with the yummy butterfinger mix-ins. A very high class, if not grumpy, anniversary was had by all.


So we made it and now we live here. Thus the reason we (I) now blog. And why you’re reading this. I’m sure there will be many more adventures to report in the future. For now, this closes the chapter on how we got to D.C. Wonder what will happen when/if we move away…