Just realized I have *NOT* officially shared the fun news that my husband got a post-MBA job, so I’m in the process of packing our lovely little St. Louis apartment and we’ll be moving into one in the Navy Yard area of D.C. at the end of this week.
I’ve already made a list of breweries/bars/restaurants to check out, as well as touristy things that we’ve never done, so it will be as fun and new an adventure as when we moved here. With the bonus of having a bunch of beloved friends already there.
The hubs is in D.C. already, working hard and loving life. I finished work here last week, which was super bittersweet and I’ve been tearing up off and on since. I’ve loved the two years we’ve spent in St. Louis more than words can say. The Gateway to the Midwest will always have a very special place in my heart–a heart that is 100% Midwestern, no matter where we go.
My husband and I are moving to Saint Louis, MO next month. (I’ve mentioned it in past posts, but here’s the post specifically about it.) He’ll be pursuing his MBA through Olin Business School at Washington University, and I’ll be there for moral support. Also for financial support, and to make sure he eats well, and because I’d miss him for two years.
When he interviewed, he fell in love with the campus.
Okay, maybe that was me. He did say he really wanted to go here and it was his number one choice. I’m the one who wanted to say my husband goes to what is basically American Hogwarts.
We were in Saint Louis for the day and didn’t experience much beyond the Delmar Loop, Campus, and a fraction of Forest Park.
The second time we visited, we were already apartment hunting. We wandered around the Central West End and into Clayton, but again, we only had one full day to explore. Sight-seeing and touristy-stuff would have to wait.
We chose a lovely apartment overlooking Forest Park in Central West End. Then we flew back home to D.C. to start preparations to move.
And by that I mean I made an insane amount of lists while my husband pretended nothing was happening. Now that we’re officially less than a month away from the move, he’s had to acknowledge that our lives are headed for a big change.
We’re looking forward to the adventure. Our families are on the coasts, so it will be nice to be a half-country closer to his sister, but also be sad to have to fly 2 hours to our parents, rather than the fairly easy drives we have now. We’ve met or spoken with plenty of people who have lived in Saint Louis or know someone who lived or is living there currently, but we’re going in virtually friendless ourselves. Through the business school, among other groups and activities and my work, we’ll both have lots of opportunities to get to know people, so we aren’t too worried about loneliness. Still, we’ll miss the friends who have made our lives great for so many years.
Saint Louis isn’t a place either of us would have chosen. My husband would have happily moved to Charleston, SC. I’d love to live in Long Beach, CA. There are probably a dozen other cities we’d choose before even thinking of Saint Louis. And yet, here we go.
That’s part of what makes it magical. We’ve barely spent a full weekend there. Neither of us is already in love with the city. We don’t have any preconceived notions of what makes it great, so we can’t be let down by the difference between living and vacationing, which is a very real possibility in any of the places we’d have picked given the choice.
We have at least two years to experience Saint Louis. We’ll learn its secrets and enjoy making it ours.