People, we are moving. And not just down the street. Far. Far. Away. San Francisco far. 3,000 miles far.
Why? Because my husband got an amazing job opportunity that simply could not be turned down.
To say this process has been a whirlwind would be the understatement of the century. Less than two weeks between the first time Chris talked with the company and the time he accepted their job offer. We took a crazy, last minute trip to visit San Francisco over Labor Day weekend. I was there for 23 hours. Chris was there for 58 hours. We saw what we could see of our (then-maybe) new city and said lots and lots of prayers.
Ultimately, it seemed like the right thing to do. The company (Evernote) moved quickly and smoothly. It is a great fit for Chris. We liked the feel of the suburbs and felt excited about the chance to more thoroughly explore San Francisco. Meredith is at an extremely flexible age for moving. The thought of not shoveling snow for a six month long winter made us giddy like children on Christmas morning. It's an adventure.
So we have 7 weeks to pack up our lives here in Boston and head out west. How am I feeling? Like a rollercoaster. Sad, overwhelmed, thrilled, guilty, excited, anxious, happy all within minutes of each other, all throughout the day.
Boston has gradually over time started to feel like home. We have some truly amazing friends here. We have a great support system from Chris's family. It will be hard to leave the ones we love.
But we are excited. Our little family of three is setting out into the unknown (to us) hoping to make new friends, learn new things and grow closer to one another.
If you think of it, say a prayer as we prepare for this most excellent adventure. I will (obviously) be keeping you updated throughout this journey.