datecation

Fly Away With Me

by Rachel on June 23, 2011

Last night, Eric and I were at Houston’s Hobby Airport, reminiscing about the early days of our relationship that took place at…Hobby Airport.

“Want to make out in the car for old time’s sake?” I said, referring to our second kiss after he picked me up for our first datecation.

“I’m afraid you might hurt me,” he said, gesturing to his stitches.

I was affronted. We then proceeded to have a five-minute argument on what exactly happened after he picked me up. I still maintain that I have never in my life straddled anyone in the front seat of a car.

But it was actually exactly a year ago this week that all that was happening! If you’re just joining the story and wondering how we met, or just the kinda girl who likes to re-watch old rom-coms, you can read my posts from last year here.

Lesson #11: How to Get Over a Fear of Flying

In Which We Mess With Texas

Datecation Day #1: Fish Tacos & Margaritas

Datecation Day #2: Greek Pizza & Getting Face Down Ass Up (Not Necessarily in that Order)

Datecation Day #3: BBQ, House Envy, Gelato, and Firefly Vodka

Datecation Day #4: Cougars and Quesadillas

Datecation Day #5: Hail, Caesar…and Ron Burgundy

Everything’s Bigger in Texas

Datecation 2.0: Basic Human Needs

Datecation 2.0: Hot Wings and Hot Tub Time Machine

Datecation 2.0: Crying While Eating

Anyway, the real reason we were at the airport was because we were picking up my mom and brother! I’m so excited they are here — it’s their first time in Texas and I haven’t seen them since Christmas. I cannot wait to take them outside this afternoon and let them realize that seriously, when I talk about the heat and humidity down here, I’m NFA.

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This week, I got an e-mail from someone in need of boy advice, and, even though we don’t know each other, she thought I might be the person to ask. Why? Well, this boy happens to be in another state. They have been date-cationing and now she’s thinking about moving and wanted to know how I decided to move to Texas to be with Eric after such a short amount of time.

When I read her e-mail, I realized that I never wrote about how I made that decision. It was a conscious choice — part of owning it is not justifying what you do, and I really didn’t feel the need to explain myself. However, this isn’t the first e-mail I’ve gotten about long-distance love, so I thought I’d give you some questions to ask yourself to see if you’re ready to make the move.

1. Does he want you to move? I mean, I’m assuming so, but I do have to ask because there is being delusional and it’s cute, and then there’s just being fucking delusional. So is the guy all for the move? In my case, Eric was for it. Even when we first started talking, the fact that one of us might need to move came up. (Although I was pretty cautious and justified everything I said with “Don’t read into this.” Like, “So when is your lease up? DON’T READ INTO THAT.”)

2. What is the guy’s story? How old is he? What is he looking for in a relationship? Is he balking at becoming FBO? I knew Eric was looking for a serious relationship. I knew because Leah had told me that before she had even thought of introducing us, and also just through everything he said and did. (Um, like referring to me as his future wife in our first G-chat.) So although he doesn’t like to have wedding convos while football is on, he doesn’t mind having them other times and that definitely made me feel better about it. I don’t think I would have moved if he had been AT ALL “you can move if you want to.”

3. What are you giving up if you move? You need to think about what you’re risking. In my case, I didn’t feel like I was risking that much. Eric made me promise I could afford it before I came (and I could…I’m kinda broke now, but I eat, and I’m not wasting money on flights at least) but other than that, there wasn’t a ton of sacrifice on my part. I wasn’t leaving a job I loved, I wasn’t leaving my friends (most of my friends are scattered about the country). I was giving up Fall, though, which has turned out to be pretty hard. But overall, there wasn’t a good reason NOT to go.

4. What do you expect from the move? A huge part of why I moved was because I didn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship; I wanted to be able to just DATE! It was a “speed up to slow down” sort of thing. People were acting like I was going to move down here and get wifed in a month. Umm, no. I moved down here so I could get to know Eric as he is every day, not how he is when we only see each other once a month. And honestly, it’s a little different. Not bad different, but different. But I thought it was really important to know that sooner rather than later. If every date is a date-cation, you’re not getting the whole picture. On date-cation, you will do things have sex three times in a 6-hour time frame. In a short-distance relationship? Uhh…I’ll let you know if that ever happens again.

5. Can you handle change? This is huge. Can you handle being in a new city and the frustrations that come along with it? Even if you aren’t giving up a lot, are you OK with giving up life as you know it? Eric told me that I wasn’t allowed to resent him if I moved, which I think is perfectly fair. If you’re going to scream, “I moved across the country for you!” every time he makes you sleep on the wet spot, you’re going to be very unhappy. Part of owning it is owning that it’s your decision and the other person didn’t make you move. (But please don’t move across the country for someone who makes you sleep on the wet spot.)

6. What can you do to protect yourself? You need to make sure you have an exit strategy before you go. My exit strategy was getting my own apartment and planning to support myself. It was also being really, really blunt and saying to Eric (kind of kidding, kind of not), “Don’t read into this move.” Really though, a move is not a marriage, and if you have your own place and a good job, I don’t consider you being that tied down. So consider the worst-case scenario before you go, and prepare for it, both emotionally and logistically.

7. Can you own it? You have to be able to own it; if you can’t, your big move won’t be nearly as fun because you’ll be caught up in your friends’ and family’s negative opinions. You have to own it — own that you made the choice, own that it might not work out, and make sure people know that you’re telling them, not asking them. I got a lot more support from my friends (and strangers!) that way. Seriously, whenever people ask me what brought me to Texas, I flat-out say, “A guy.” And you’d be surprised how many people start telling me how they (or their sister, or their best friend) did the same thing. And if they have a problem with it, you can always say, “Well, it’s fine if you don’t support my decision. Anyway, how’s your life as a cynical old hag going?”

8. Would you move for a dream job? Probably. So I think it’s OK to move for a dream guy. I don’t know why people think if we move across the country for our careers, we’re ambitious and fearless, but if we do it for a guy, we’re foolish and young. The risks are about the same, and honestly, I think the potential happiness that comes from love is a lot more worth it. But before you moved for a job, you’d do your research and consider the options; as long as you do that, and think about the things above and the worst-case scenario, I don’t see anything wrong with it.

Honestly, I didn’t feel like I had a choice. The week before I flew down here the first time, when Eric and I were up at 2 AM on video chat and he was calling Southwest to get my flight changed to the next day, I knew I wasn’t going to last long in Michigan.

(He’s cute, and moving here was the right thing to do…but I’m still really excited to go home next weekend. There are leaves falling in some parts of the country!? Don’t tease meeeeeeee!)

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Pure Michigan

by Rachel on August 6, 2010

There really is nothing like Michigan in the summer. (Except maybe Michigan in October, which I’m already mourning.) Yesterday I finished my packing and errands as fast as I could so I could enjoy my penultimate day of Pure Michigan.

For my Pure Michigan night, I wanted to eat outside, drink beer, play softball (real baseball, not Wii baseball, much to Preston’s disappointment), and eat s’mores.

For dinner, it was grill time again — this time it was ribs, sweet potatoes, broccoli, biscuits, and beer.

After drinking my fair share of Leinenkugel, I rounded up the men (Preston and Eric) for sporting time.

Preston needed a break from that Wii so we made him work.

And I needed to act like a serious athlete for a little while…

rachel and eric

I may not look very athletic, but I’ve played softball since I was eight years old and I’m pretty damn good — even out of practice, I was still catching pop-ups with my a beer in hand. For more batting practice, we headed to the batting cages, and then just lay in the hammock for a little while. Deer wandered into the yard and an owl perched in a tree and the sun was going down. I’m so glad I got to bring Eric here for a few days of this. Despite it all being so nice and relaxing, we finally dragged ourselves out of the hammock to make s’mores.

Today I’m up and at it! On the agenda: eyebrow wax, renewing my driver’s license, packing my books, and then getting ready for my party tonight! I need to make a playlist and marvel as my mom gets cake boss.

I think it’s going to be a pretty good day. Catch you later!

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Press Play: Taking Off!

August 3, 2010
headphones

For your listening pleasure (and mine) I decided to put together a good playlist to keep everyone entertained as I’m en route to Michigan today! I’m effectively ending my LDR, but these are the best songs for when you’re in one. The anticipation, the take-off, the landing, the things that happen if you wear a [...]

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Don’t Mess With…Everything I’ve Ever Wanted

August 2, 2010
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Over the past year, I’ve worked really hard at so many things: social media, freelance writing, sales and marketing, working as a virtual assistant…the list goes on. It’s really hard to answer when people ask, “What do you do?” What don’t I do? I’m a linchpin; tell me what you want and I can probably [...]

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Datecation 2.0: Crying While Eating

July 20, 2010
beer

Oh, hey! Yes, I’m still here. I wasn’t actually supposed to be here. Life’s funny, you know. One minute you’re laying in your boyfriend’s bed, crying while eating copious amounts of not-even-trying-to-be-healthy salad bathed in Ranch dressing and tearing into hunks of buttered bread whilst watching Harry Potter 3 because he’s at work with a [...]

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Datecation 2.0: Hot Wings and Hot Tub Time Machine

July 16, 2010
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Good morning! Happy Summer Friday to you all! So yesterday, Eric and I realized we’d been neglecting one BHN: sleep! We agreed to make it a Blockbuster night and a set bedtime so that we would have plenty of energy for a great weekend. Our chill night started with a chill two-hour chat about very [...]

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Datecation 2.0: Basic Human Needs

July 15, 2010
pizza

Good Thursday morning! I’ve been in Texas all week, and I do apologize for the lack of datecation updates this time around. I’ve wanted to write, I really have, but…I didn’t have anything to share! I’ve been telling Eric we needed to go out and do something I could write home about. Something I could [...]

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Everything’s Bigger in Texas

July 12, 2010
texas

Well, it’s been two weeks since I got home from datecation, but in long-distance relationship years (similar to dog years), it feels like it’s been months! Things have been moving rather fast since I got home. There was the big FBO status thing, which resulted in more Likes and comments than anything I’ve ever posted. [...]

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Houston…We Don’t Have a Problem

June 27, 2010
texas

Well, it’s been a week since I got on the plane to Houston, and it’s been a really good week: fish tacos and margaritas, Greek pizza and FDAU, BBQ and Firefly vodka, cougars and quesadillas, and Caesar turkey burgers and Ron Burgundy. The weekend was great too! There was pool time, Target time, fried chicken, [...]

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