Ever since I can remember, I never had any plans of moving anywhere. Ever.
At least, I never expected to.
Things, however, tend to change when you grow up and meet people. Especially when you meet the person that you eventually marry, who happens to be too good and too smart to stay in the town he lives in. Or, to put it in nicer terms, he got a really good job at a really prominent car company, really far away from home.
So, after living in Virginia for 23 and a half years, I am now a resident of Michigan (well, as much of a resident as I can be with VA tags still on my license plates). It definitely wasn’t easy leaving the place I called home for so many years, but it’s really not bad at all. In fact, it’s kind of nice being out on my own and starting a new phase in my life.
During the past couple weeks, I’ve discovered the joys of living near countless lakes, buying groceries, inducting IKEA as one of my staple shopping locations (right on up there with Wal-Mart), and yelling at my new husband to, for the third time, pick his dirty socks up off the living room floor. And, apparently, since we now have cable, I have to endure a catastrophe that is Tosh.0. I dunno, it’s a really weird show.
Anyway, my camera needs to be charged and the house is still in transition phase (thus making for some really boring photos), so I may post pictures later.
À bien·tôt!
P.S. This site rocks my socks off.
