First Year

Well, it's been a year, folks. One year since we loaded up our trailer, kissed our families goodbye, and made the long drive to our new hometown. We unpacked our boxes and made an empty apartment our home. 

Now we are re-packing our belongings, and moving again--though this time, not nearly as far away. We're moving into the city, to a home we can truly call ours. 

Tonight, even as we celebrate the end of our first year here, I catch myself thinking about the place we came from. The grey, rain-filled days, cold winter nights, boarding the city bus in all kinds of rough weather. These memories can hardly compete with California's never-ending summer and gentle lifestyle. Still, I find myself longing to cover my sundresses with woolen sweaters, trading iced tea for steaming mugs, and once again seeking shelter in warm coffee shops that were a second home to me in my school days. 

As they say, the grass is always greener...