Madison Flashback

Exactly a year ago, I was anxiously putzing around my apartment, running errands to Target, and basking in the glory of the couch Kenzie and I had just assembled together, with only the help of an Allen wrench and a bottle of white wine (might I add that the couch we speak of is still perfectly in tact). 

I've been in Madison for a year, and it feels both comfortable and foreign. The Farmers' Market still seems strange due to the ritualistic, counterclockwise route all of the patrons take to each stall. But now, instead of taking a lap with the rest of the crowd, I know the stalls I like and go straight there to buy the groceries I want. 

I still love running along Lake Monona, but I still haven't found the perfect five mile loop that I can rely on for a challenging and mindless escape from my own brain. For that reason I will always miss St. Joe's and St. Mary's Lakes.

I guess what's most surreal to me is that Coffee for Lunch became what it is in Madison. It has kept me sane and challenged me to keep doing things better, keep taking prettier pictures, keep writing words you may want to read.

This is post 162. It's not a monumental or significant number, but it means that there have been 162 times when I've clicked publish.

Because let's be real, I've sat down to write a lot of things that y'all never get to read. To that I'll say You're Welcome.

Thanks for repinning Espresso Chocolate Chip Cookies, thanks for taking your parents to Madison Sourdough because you read it on the blog, thanks for handling my neuroses during Half Marathon training.

I'm going to go make a tasty salad for you now. You'll like it, I promise.