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After one of our weekly roundabout discussions on vocation and whether either of us will ever find just one life-long career (“no”), the subject changes to my three year old niece. After I finish a story I recently heard about her, I look up to see O with a sly look on his face.

“Do you think she’ll get a job before you do?”

I have a job, of course. Two of ’em, actually. But I occasionally- most commonly when I am sitting on my couch in my pajamas at one o’clock in the afternoon- feel a little wobbly about the fact that it can appear I don’t. I make my own schedule, travel frequently and wake up a handful of hours after most adults alarm clocks go off. The best part about being a photographer and a grant writer is that no one tells me when to work. The worst part about being a photographer and a grant writer is that no one tells me when to work. This week, I actually have a schedule. My photo season is starting with a bang: three shoots in Colorado, three in Connecticut.

Stepping onto a plane for the first time in a couple of months, I cross my fingers for a good flight, one that doesn’t leave me white-knuckled and convinced that the machine is gonna go straight down as soon as it gets the chance. I view air travel much as I view large cats; unpredictable at best. Watching a video of a plane crash a a week ago? Probably not my wisest decision.

Driving around Denver- a place I grew to love lustily during my six years there- I marvel at the fact that while I miss it here, I am suddenly confident that we made the right decision to move. Even these pretty mountains I see as I scoot from one shoot to another can’t change my mind. We wanted to try something new and we went for it. I do keep looking over at the backpack on my passenger side seat and wishing it was O, though. Photography is much more fun with him.

After an engagement session for two good friends (cowboy boots and vintage farm machinery included) I head over to the home of dear friends. Their six year old has plastered the door with ‘I LOVE YOU EMMY!’ signs. Valentine’s Day came a little late this year.

Back home! A guy on my last flight looked at me with disdain when I told him I don’t like airplanes. “There was this gal on my last flight and she kept breathing funny because she was scared. You’re not THAT bad, are you?” he asks. I smoothly change the subject to something that will allow me to display my conversational wit instead.

Now, two more shoots in our new hometown and we’re off again. I got a solid 24 hours in Connecticut this time. Today is the start of O’s spring break, so woo hoo! No parents, no rules and two 30-ish year olds on holiday! Except that there will be parents; last night, in a splendidly casual conversation, we finally decided to drive to Ohio for the week to see his family and buddies that stuck around after high school and college. “Hey, you’re on break!” “Yeah!” “I guess … well, do you want to drive to Ohio?” “Let’s do it!”

We packed in 15 minutes and, have I mentioned? Life is great.

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March 11, 2013 - 10:18 pm

Jelly - I love that last picture of both of you–a la badass. Miss you!

March 11, 2013 - 10:24 pm

Emily - Jellllllyyyy! Miss you, too. I keep thinking, oh spring break is so fun, lucky Angelica still has hers to look forward to. Not quite sure what face I am making but I clearly think I am tough.

March 11, 2013 - 10:32 pm

Amy - You guys are so great, and I love that bottom pic!

March 12, 2013 - 12:17 am

Emily - Isn’t it funny? (Next time I’m in Colorado I want to see you!)