I’m headed out for the next 14 days. I’ve recruited some of my besties to keep the lights on in my absence, so enjoy- it will be a nice departure from my stories of creaking joints and yoga.
We can all use a little break sometimes.
I’m flying out to 2 conferences with one split second in the middle- I’m not sure yet if I’m more terrified or excited.
Sometimes those are the same thing anyway, in my experience.
When I come back, summer in Chicago will be in full swing, and also, JW, because he is the best, will have moved us into our brand new condo.
I waved goodbye to our sweet little apartment this morning, the site of our first love nest, the place where we almost broke up over shoving a couch up a flight of stairs, where we had awesome pizza parties and other celebrations, and where JW lunged across the floor and asked me to marry him even though I was actively yelling at him.
Oh man, we’ve had a nice go of it, and next up, a new adventure. Thanks 1617, you’ve been nothing but good to us.
Next up, plane rides, slides, and getting things moving. Enjoy the sunshine, chickens, and I’ll see you when I get back!