The vagabond lifestyle is not for me. Traveling? Yes. Constantly moving and having your belongings not in their places where you can reach for them time after time because everything you want to make seems to call for those pesky measuring cups you stupidly packed away two days too early? Not having it.
This is currently our living situation.
All of our stuff is crammed into boxes, bags, and the random hampers that lived behind our living room door. It will probably be like this for a day or two. Today, though, is the day it all makes a journey.
Today, we move to Massachusetts!
It’s taken me a while to come around to the idea of moving, not because I hate the idea, but because I love the people around me. My coworkers spoiled me in the past couple days, not to mention how wonderful they have been for the past two or three years. We have laughed, we have cried, and we have determined that we are not necessarily all going to heaven. Our family lives here. Our pets (who all live with our parents) live here. One of my best friends lives two doors down the hall from our apartment. I love the outdoors. Why on earth would I want to leave?
Well, for the adventure. This is a time where we are married, but we don’t have the extra responsibility of dragging kids along with us. We also need to do it for B. This is a time for him to play with his professional dreams and succeed in his own endeavors. Moving back to Maine wasn’t something he thought he would be doing, but he did it for me to be successful in teaching (and paying back some loans). It’s time.
So, with our parents’ trucks, our two cars, and a moving van loaded down, we bid Maine adieu for now. Of course we’ll be back for visits (though everyone keeps talking about Massachusetts as this super far off place where no one ever returns). Here’s to adventure! See you again from a place a little bit more southern!