a new city to call home

Home, sweet, DC. One week strong and it’s truly starting to feel like home. We are loving this beautiful fall weather and especially chance to enjoy the view from our rooftop. Sunsets are looking real nice these days and we wanted to soak up the evening. We spent an evening grilling out, catching a glimpse of the stadium, and watching the sky change from blue to pink and orange.

Ben has been looking forward to that grill ever since we got our apartment. It’s his “thing”. 

Old Bay grilled corn reappeared in our lives taking us back to our Annapolis summer days. Blessings for Old Bay seasoning.

Apparently I am going to need to get into baseball this upcoming year with a view like this.

Saturday morning gifted us with perfect fall weather. The kind where the sun is warm on your face but the air had just a bit of nip in it.  Eastern Market is just a walk away from our apartment and was calling our name. I strongly appreciate DC allowing Ben and I to carry on our “weekend market” tradition.

I loved all the autumn vegetables, pumpkins, and apples in every corner. I swoon over fall and all those warm colors.

Ben and I spent the afternoon winding in and out of the market stands, perusing the bookshelves at Capitol Hill Books, and grabbing a quick lunch at District Taco. The rest of Saturday was spent as it should be with a lot of football and a bike ride.

I wanted to enjoy every last minute with Ben before he heads out to TBS this week and could not have asked for a better weekend. We (for the most part) finished unpacking, laughed a lot, caught up with friends from London, biked past all the monuments, brunched after church, split a Ben and Jerry’s Peanut Butter Fudge Core pint, watched a movie (or two), built a TV stand from IKEA (true test of marriage), and made DC feel a little bit more like home.