Our last weekend

Welp, this week has been so sad it's becoming a little ridiculous.
We sold most of our furniture downstairs--including Jude's favorite (very large) toys, and held back tears as the little guy fumed all morning over his table and chairs being sold last night.
GOSH DANG IT.
No one said how emotional it is to get rid of your stuff.
Why can't this just be easy?
So anyways, today, because it's our last weekend in Portland, we let Jude eat his weight in bananas to calm the heck down, took our millionth trip to Goodwill drop-off, and then drowned our sorrow in New York pizza, of all things, on our favorite street in Portland.
And then went to Salt and Straw for ice cream.
But that's to be expected. 

He's even more of an emotional eater than I am. 

Dancing to Katy Perry's "Firework." And steeling 12-year-old hearts doing it. 

 And purposefully getting our fingers stuck while waiting for ice cream. 

And right now--I'm drunk on carbs. And it feels good.
Except that I have to somehow fit into a dress tomorrow. 

Let me explain myself..

So, let me, ahem, explain ourselves.

Adam, Jude and I are moving to New Jersey in two weeks. 

Before I started nursing school and before Adam and I were even dating, I was taken on a tour of Hackensack University Medical Center by a dear friend of mine who works there.

Coming from working in a small ER home in PA, I was blown away the size, innovation, and camaraderie of the employees that worked there. The place just screamed, "We love what we do. And we're good at." 

Since then it's been my dream to work there, but since it's the #1 hospital in NJ and ranking nationally, in the Top 3 Metro Hospitals in the NYC area, and a pioneering magnet hospital, I thought, "That's a nice thought, Brit, but it'll never happen." 

I got a job for an assisted living community while I finished my bachelors because the Portland area is so saturated with nurses that us new grads have hospital doors shut in our faces--for how long?-- until we get hospital jobs. Makes sense, right? 

So, I finished my bachelors and thought things would happen. But, although I started a new job that was a definite step up, I wasn't getting the experience I wanted and needed to be the nurse I wanted to be and to make it so I could have a flexible career while raising a family.  

All the while praying for a miracle. 

And then it happened: my good friend opened her mouth. Like the beautiful angel she is. She told me if I wanted to work for HUMC the opportunity was mine for the taking.

And it took me quite awhile. Awhile. I blew it off and threw it to the side.

"We love Portland. Let's just stay here."

But then one day, it clicked, and I knew I couldn't deny the fact that the best opportunity I'll ever get was starring me in the face and if I didn't take advantage of it now--while my kid isn't in school and we don't have a house, and things are as uncomplicated as they'll ever be--that it would be gone and I'll have lost my chance. 

Now, Adam is the awesome designer and insanely supportive husband that he is and is staying on with his stellar company remotely for a few months while he starts freelancing in NYC.  

So, here we go. Don't screw it up.  

A Trip and a Surprise :)

All pictures aside, we made a short video of our fun day trip to NYC after the crazy wedding week last month. 
It's mostly just a video of us eating (yeah, we went to Pinkberry twice), but I love it.
Also, there's a surprise ending to some really exciting news of ours :). 



NYC Video from Adam Stevens on Vimeo.















Specifically, New Jersey :) 
!!!!!!!