Covering Ground

A lot happened over the course of a couple days...

Tommie flew back to Boston from NC. My Dad helped us pack up the Penske. Naturally it was 95 degrees out because it always is when we move. Some friends and family came over for a final farewell that night.

The next morning we left at 7:30 a.m. and arrived at my great aunt's house in Smithsburg, Maryland around 6:00 p.m.

Maya, a country dog at heart, loved running around the open fields at Helen's tucked away home. I loved watching hundreds of fireflies sparkle in the grass as the sun went down.

We left the next morning around 9:00 a.m. and made it to Durham, North Carolina around 5:30 p.m. The boys unpacked the truck, I had a meltdown, then we ate Thai food.

The next couple days were spent showing my parents around some...we swam, we ate, and we put together furniture. All in all, it was a successful relocation. Every move we make is as challenging as it is rewarding. The unpacking continues, but I do see light at the end of the tunnel. More pics to come.

Going to Carolina

We will be on our way to North Carolina this time next week. Well, I will be. Tommie is already there, so I guess he'll be on his way back.

We've been living separate lives for a few weeks while he started his new job down there and I stayed here to wrap up and pack. I think we both feel we could use a temporary boyfriend/girlfriend while the other one is away. I swear I just want one to help pack and move things around, though naturally I wouldn't mind if he did this with his shirt off. Alas, I'm managing without a Ryan Gosling look-a-like to help, but I'm anxious to get going. 


Just like when my family moved to California, I'm not sure what to expect. That was over six years ago, and now I look back and I forget what a crazy time that was--learning a new place, meeting new people, making a new life. 

The first time I left home I was nostalgic, but it's different leaving the second time. It is partly true what they say, that you can never really go back home. It's not the place that changes so much as it is you that changes from living somewhere else. Also, after leaving home for the first time, you realize you can leave home. You can make a life for yourself somewhere else, and that knowledge is powerful. 

I used to be afraid of change, but over time I realized I can't control it--all I can do is try my best to thrive within it. So, here we go onto the next big change. I'll be sure to document bits and pieces along the way.