What you get when you cross a Ballerina & a Motocross Racer.

I am typing this from Kirstens laptop in her apartment in Salt Lake City. She keeps telling me that it is OUR apartment, which is seeming like more of a reality now that I am here with more of my boy stuff. I love her girly apartment, the way she decorated it with her own touch, the way it reminds me of us first meeting. This is where we shared our first kiss, had our first Christmas together, where she taught me to roll sushi, where we watch movies and eat free wheeler pizza in our pj's.... Where we fell in love.

Kirsten's ballet shoes meet Jesse's motocross jersey.

 I just made the drive from Phoenix to Salt lake yesterday in OUR car, ( use to be just her car) packed to the brim with boxes, the trunk and backseat full. My friend Erik the Canadian followed along with his truck and trailer with our dirt bikes, tool boxes and other shop equipment. He also left Phoenix for the summer to move back to his homeland of British Columbia. Luckily for me, his migration path goes right through SLC, and he had room for my bigger items.

Canadian's trailer we took from Phoenix

I'm no angel but I've spread my wings a bit.

I do feel welcome to Utah...

Along with bringing my dirt bike, my riding gear, 3 tool boxes, some various shop equipment, my snowboard, my fishing poles, my rad CD & DVD collection, and my bitchin Goorin Bros. hat collection, I also brought a coffee table... yep, just a regular wooden, run of the mill coffee table. You see, we were not planning on me picking up and moving in with her in Utah. Our original plan was that Kirsten would relocate to Phoenix, AZ where my business is rooted. I had been in business for 2.5 years and growing rapidly, and would need to stay in AZ for another year or two until my shop could run on it's own legs.

Kirsten and I were anxious to live in the same city as we have been doing long distance since last August. Besides longing to be together on a frequent basis, we were depleting our bank accounts and vacation time taking turns to fly and see each other as much as possible. Something had to give and she decided to sacrifice her career, her girl apartment, her friends and family, and her clubs and activities in Utah to be with me in Arizona. So, she did what any normal, sane, level headed girlfriend would do.... She sold her Lexus SUV and down sized to a Honda sedan 10 yrs older, she starting selling off items we wouldn't need to move to my house in Phoenix. Among these items was her coffee table we used to eat our dinner on as we cuddled on her couch and watched movies halfway through until we wound up staring into each others eyes instead...

Deep down I never did feel right about her moving to Phoenix for me and you always go with your gut instinct right? So, I showed up unexpected on a Wednesday in March at her doorstep, exclaiming to her that we couldn't move her to Phoenix, and instead I would do what it takes to move to Utah.

OUR new-ish Coffee table

Kirsten calls me her "Luxury Boyfriend" but I hope she realizes it is because of her that I strive to be the best companion for her. I want her to know she is special and the only one I would change for... She makes me better, she makes me want to improve in all aspects of life, she makes me WANT to do the dishes, and she deserves the best of me.

Her willingness to sacrifice everything that has gotten her through the last year and 8 months speaks volumes to me... the least I could do is make my own sacrifices as well. I suspect this will happen over and over through out our lives together, and I have to say I am beyond excited about the future. OUR future.

OUR mail box