(the first photo of us that I ever publicly promoted*)
On a whim, I applied for a few jobs in different cites as I knew my time in Boston was coming to an end. And, one summer afternoon an organization in D.C. rang me for an interview. Two months later I was packing up my little Kia for my big move to Washington.
Word traveled to Mr. Mitchell that I was moving to his city, and about five days after my arrival, I found myself opening my front door to him and a bottle of red wine in hand. It was, if you will, our second chance.
For about two months or so, we greeted each other in a romantic but uncommittal way. It was frustrating to not know where how we landed, but I'll always look back at those times as so exhilarating. We were learning each other all over again.
Until one evening, we were headed to meet up with some old friends of mine, and one friend just happened to be an ex-something, something. As we're driving, Philip abruptly shouts "listen, I can't walk in that room unless I know that you're my girlfriend." And well, that just about settled it . . .
*What was I thinking with those glasses? Hideous.
** Part 1 of "How We Met"