I’ve wanted to move for a very long time. So long, in fact, that I’m not sure I’ll be as good at it as I would have been then. I love the stress of it all. Yes, the stress. There’s so much to do. A small window of time. The details. The to-do lists. It all sounds so romantic right now, but maybe that’s just because it’s been awhile. Or maybe it’s been far too long since I’ve needed more than a mini-van and a dedicated day and a half to get it done.
This will be our first move. Together. As a married couple. And you know what? No one really knows about it yet. We’re putting together the details now. It’s in a small window of time. There’s a lot to do and darling, there’s plenty of stress.
Not only are we moving, but we’re dropping a lot to do it. It’s not just about the move. We feel we’re about to embark on a new way of life. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all in one breath. We’re not even entirely sure what is yet to come.
