As of 5:30 p.m. last night, my husband has accepted a position in another city. Across the country.
Away from everything and everyone we know.
Well almost everyone we know.
I am excited. I have a travelers spirit and love the idea of the unknown. I relish the thought of a new house and new town. Especially because this new town that awaits us is COMPLETELY different from the town we live now.
From this...
To this. (You can almost hear my sigh of relaxation and decompression)
It is everything I have said I wanted.
A small town near a big city.
Four seasons.
The ocean for my husband and kids.
A sense of community.
The June Cleaver in me is bursting to get out with holiday parties and crafty ideas. Farmers markets and clam bakes. I can smell the summer ocean breeze and the fall leaves.
Fear not exercise enthusiast. I will still give you tips on Pilates at home. And if you are ready to venture into a studio, how to choose your instructor.
With this I leave you. Safe in the knowledge that I have to get beach body ready in T-minus 3 weeks 4 days and 2 hours.
But who's counting?