My little mini-me and I are heading up north to visit family and friends in Maryland and Delware this weekend. I wanted to make sure to give my proper good byes before heading out to California (for those interested, we're moving to Covina for now). It's always hard moving away from family and friends, but I've been doing it since I was 18... so I guess I'm used to it by now.
Speaking of which, thinking about the first time I moved away from home is kinda funny. I was 18 and had never really left Maryland/Delaware except for vacation. Josh and I were freshly married and felt like there were opportunities waiting for us in ALASKA! So we sold/got rid of all our stuff and moved in my mom's little random apartment/side house thing that she had (don't ask- it was weird). We were supposed to save up for our move but ended up just blowing all our money since we had hardly any bills. ANYWAY, we flew up to Alaska and lived on a camping trailer park site thing for about a year. It was so random! We lived for free and just ran the park for the other campers. The worst thing was that we had to share this outside shower with the other campers. I hated that! But meeting cool Alaskan last frontier types was pretty rad. I love crazy people.
But enough about that, moving is nuts and always difficult. I'm anxious to be at the point where everything is normal again, and we're stable. I wonder if we'll ever be stable?!