The New Normal

The Old Normal was living 3 hours away from my boyfriend and only seeing him on weekends.  It was going out with friends for happy hour a couple days a week and brunch at least once each weekend.  It was blogging in my free time. The Old Normal was living in Portland.  It was shopping on Mississippi and eating Pizza Schmizza for lunch and going to the Deschutes brewpub every chance I got.  It was living in the same city as most of my friends and being able to catch up with old coworkers regularly.  It was talking Blazers basketball and Oregon football and Did you see the last episode of Portlandia?  It was making fun of hipster snobs and their fair-trade coffee, PBR and fixed gear bikes, while being a snob about microbrews, Powell’s Books and Tillamook cheese.  The Old Normal was never having spent more than four consecutive days with Galen, even though we’d been together for over two years.  It was not knowing for so long what I wanted to be when I grew up, then deciding, and then the agony of waiting to hear back from grad schools.

The New Normal is living with Galen in an apartment with a great view of the Seattle skyline and very few reliable appliances.  It’s still being excited to see each other at the end of every day.  It’s being 3 hours away from friends, former coworkers, and Galen’s family.  It’s getting to know a new neighborhood and a new city, when I’m not in class, at work, studying or doing homework.  The New Normal is having four or five good friends in this city and feeling like that’s a lot to maintain.  It’s dreaming about having enough time to blog again. It’s taking Galen to the airport for a two-week study tour and realizing we haven’t been apart for this long since last summer, when it used to be Normal.  It’s getting to see my mom every other month when she’s here for work.  The New Normal is not knowing where to go for happy hour or brunch or good Thai food.  It’s waiting for the Sonics to come back to town and trying to have some allegiance to the Seahawks and Mariners.  It’s discovering new donut and ice cream shops, and trying something called “savory pies.”  The New Normal is explaining to people that most of my family and friends call me Mego.  It’s studying something I enjoy and find infinitely fascinating.  It’s having “clients” and trying to pretend I’m grown-up enough to be someone’s therapist.  It’s imagining what will happen after grad school and what the Next New Normal will be.



Filed under Deep Thoughts, Keeping Portland Weird, Seattle Reign

5 responses to “The New Normal

  1. I’m in an airport right now, about to go to a new city and see whether it could be the site of my New Normal. I’ll be doing this all over again in a few weeks. Everyday, I think about the New Normal.

    I’m glad to hear the New is treating you ok, that you’re challenged and excited and are feeling lucky, like things are falling into place. That’s a big leap, from Old to New, one many people are too scared to take.

  2. OH YEAH. And friends always take me to Jai Thai on Capitol Hill for Thai. There’s also this weird trivia night there. And Cedars for Indian (mangoooo lassiiiiiiis). Just a couple of options. :)

  3. mego

    Thanks, Em! I just found out there’s a Jai Thai in our neighborhood, but haven’t been there yet. Also, when you typed “mango lassis” like that, I read it like “Leeroy Jenkins!”

    In case you don’t know what I’m talking about:

  4. Tamara Uppendahl

    The new normal sounds pretty darn good. I have to say after being together 4 years, living together for 2.5 years, married for 7 months, we still get excited to see each other at the end of the day and wake up together. I hope you and Galen will feel that way for a long time to come. :-)

  5. I loved the Old Normal of Meg-o! But I’m happy for the New Normal of Meg-o! Maybe some day they’ll converge back to P-town. Just sayin…

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