It has been a crazy few weeks. It is funny to come back and read my last post about wanting to move to California, because we are. Moving to California. For real.
It wasn't because of me. Bryan was offered one of those opportunities to which you can't say no. (Although I suspect that he took a lot longer to say yes than anyone was expecting.)
And we talked and made lists and talked, and talked, and talked. And finally come to the conclusion that everyone else had at the beginning. We are moving to California.
Now that the decision has been made, I am expectedly filled with apprehension and regret. I do not love Westchester and I don't have any where near the roots here that I had in Northampton. But I do have a craving for stability.
I would like to order checks from the bank fully confident that I will still live at the pre-printed address when they run out. Or order a return address stamp, without feeling that I'm tossing away the money. And I would love to toss away the boxes that our appliances arrived in, knowing that our time in the house will last longer than the Cuisinart.
It is a mystery to me how Bryan and I, two of the most stability craving people you will ever meet, have ended up nomads. We were talking about it the other day and realized that we haven't lived in one location for more than three years since we left our parents homes. And since we can't imagine living in California long term, we will probably be moving in another couple of years. Again.
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