In the last few weeks, I can't help my mind from wandering where I was a year ago. I was packing up our established life and business in Chicago and hitting the road with my love for a new chapter. We were leaving what we knew and loved, hoping we knew what we were doing (knowing we didn't) . We just wanted to try. This year has been full of trying. We have spent the night in vineyards, gone swimming in rivers, sat in the park until sunset, and enjoyed our hilly neighborhood. I've been annoyed, scared, frustrated and missed the quiet of our old bedroom on more than one occasion. I've longed for the familiar and been thrilled with all the newness.
I'm so happy that I am here.