Monthly Archives: October 2012

Where’s mah bukkit (list)

Where’s my bucket list?

So, now that we’re out and proud about our trip (hooray!) we have a new routine.

We are winding down our time at work so there is now time for the, “Holy SHIT. WE are actually DOING THIS, AREN’T WE” emails. Because our departure is in just a few weeks.


We can only look at each other so many times on the couch, eating the yuppie equivalent of rice and beans, looking in disbelief at our savings account and eagerly re-watching No Reservations.

Aside from seeing our friends as much as possible, and spending money as judiciously as possible, here is my DC bucket list.

Run through the monuments

I’m a fair weather runner, but I always enjoy running along the mall getting my culture, people watching, and exercise all in one fell swoop. Nothing like gaping at waddling tourists to make you want to run harder, faster, and longer.

A raucous, ridiculous, hetero-normative night out

Just one more. I need to go to Chief Ike’s and dance my face off. I want to make poor decisions in outfit choices to try my best to prove I’m not getting old and close to the Stacey London rule of no mini-skirts after 35.  I want to take stupid pictures and put them all on facebook.  I want droopy eye make up and bleeding heels.

A gay send off

Rose Kennedys. Karaoke. 17th street. 14th street. Tragicomedy to the max.

Spend a day visiting all the places in DC that I hate (or love/hate) and take pictures of us scowling at them in disapproval.

A short tour of restaurants I will miss.

Toki Underground (though our asian food moratorium begins TODAY)

Cava Mezze (Check! Thanks Jenn!)

Variety of hilarious and completely inauthentic American sushi

A day of walking around with headphones on listening to the music I loved in college.
A tour of all the places Dave and I used to hang out back when we were dating and re-live the memories.

A Capitol hill bar crawl

See the Lichtenstein retrospective at the National Gallery of Art

A final walk through GW’s ever-changing campus

Oh right, and seeing our friends as much as possible.


T-6 weeks

The goodbyes begin. We say farewell to routine.

We quit our jobs.

We have mixed feelings about this.

Dave (Mr. Banh Mi) is thrilled. He is ready to go. Bags packed even. Time can’t move fast enough for him to be done with this chapter of our lives and get going already.

I (Kat /Mrs Banh Mi) am excited for the trip, but also cried my eyes out after our largest fundraiser of the year. C-R-I-E-D. A board member hugged me and he lost it. I lost it. We cried. A donor bought me a present. I cried. I had a glass of wine. I cried. We uber-ed home. I cried.

It was a hot mess. Unglamorous. Lots of runny eye makeup.

I think I cried because while yes, I like my job, change is hard and saying goodbye isn’t something I’ve learned to be good at. I am fortunate to have my life full of an amazing cast of characters. In fact, my job isn’t really just a job. It’s a lifestyle. You adapt to widening your social circle for professional reasons which start professionally and become personal. You adapt to life where your suitcase is always on the floor and you are in various stages of packing, unpacking, and repacking. You adapt to the vodka and M&Ms diet, then reject it for the oatmeal and airport salad diet, only to reject that for the secret mcdonalds after landing eaten shamefully in large sunglasses. You adapt until it’s just life and if it’s just life,  it’s probably time to move on.

I think I also cried because this was the beginning of the end. I had been moving along until October 6th as a mile marker in this journey. It was a sprint from mid-August until last weekend for work and I was happy to have some time to decompress. So I decompressed and then I saw people I enjoy for the last time and then all of a sudden I had room to process what leaving really means.  We’ve been preparing for this trip for years. Dreaming for three. Saving for two. Planning for one. I have a packing list. We’ve thought of just about everything: health needs, door stoppers, headlamps, itineraries, insurance, you name it. We’ve read blogs, travel sites, magazines, guidebooks.

However, for everything to be HERE. RIGHT NOW. Is precisely what we have not prepared for. Nothing we read on the internet can prepare us for leaving our friends and the only city we’ve ever really been remotely grown up. The emotions of saying goodbye to a place I have lived for 12 years are tough when that’s all you’ve known as home. Home is the the friends in this town as a freshman in college. Home are the co-worker friends turned real friends turned urban family that I’ve depended upon. Home became the work and volunteer colleagues who have fed me, drank with me, gossiped with me, sold t-shirts with me, schemed with me– it’s just all very overwhelming for this to be coming to an end of an era. I’m sad to see it go, but I’m trying to honor this time in the moment and appreciate all the emotion. How lucky am I to have been here this long, living this life? Pretty damn lucky. I’m also lucky for the ability to be able to move onward to the next phase, too. The dumpling/snorkling/beaching/wai-ing/temple-ing/noodling phase 🙂