i arrived in durham pregnant, hot, and completely overwhelmed. i complained about the mosquitos that infested our backyard and the lack of city buzz outside my door that i'd grown to love. our things arrived in two waves, so we essentially had to move in twice. i hadn't seen our chicago belongings for years and my tastes had changed. i'd learned we could live with very few things, and so i found myself in a house (with mice in the walls), wanting to toss everything i owned in the garbage (including the compression tights that adorned my swollen pregnant legs), throwing myself a pity party. pathetic, but it happened.
that first school term, i think both our heads were under water. and then, ta da! a new baby. joy and tears and hibernation and love and bliss and saggy, tired eyes, and body for that matter. but, somewhere in that first year, i saw the magic of durham. we got to live 59 seconds down the street from some of our very best friends. we road tripped and game nighted and late night chatted. we got involved in the duke community and in our church community. we met some really cool people, and we met some of the most generous, giving people i know.

my visions of living on ramen and months of single parenting were unfounded. i mean, there
was a lot of single parenting at times, but it was doable. everyone is alive. i made a durham bucket list and marked almost everything off that list. there is so much to do here! and so many restaurants to try (did you know durham was named america's
foodiest small town?). the charm of durham and of north carolina completely grew on me, and now i'm sad to leave this place i love.
i'll miss the cute, usually quiet downtown scene. i'll miss the plethora of fantastic bakeries. i'll miss driving up the tree-lined academy road on our way to duke each week, and i'll miss never cooking dinner on friday nights (all hail fuqua fridays, where duke caters dinner for students and their families). i'll miss all our haunts–the library, the parks, the life and science museum, duke campus, and walks in our neighborhood. i'll miss spring break and fall break and christmas break and thanksgiving break. i'll miss our little house that fills with light in the afternoons, and our backyard where rabbits live under our deck. i'll miss mint-oreo-reeses shakes from cookout, and true southern barbecue. i'll miss down-to-earth, wonderful friends, and that sweet southern drawl. and...hush puppies.
we sold our trusty honda and craigslisted like mad in anticipation for a tiny san francisco apartment. our whole life together has been in two year increments, and this move to the bay is the first time we might be sticking around for more than two years. suddenly, things are getting real! i'm looking around the room like, "can someone else be the adult around here?" they say you should leave while you're still having fun, and we've stuck to that in each of our moves. bittersweet, yes, but here's hoping our homeless summer and new beginning in san francisco will be another start to big things.
keep it dirty, durham.