We're moving to New York City.
I've said it, and now I have to stick to it.
To be honest, I never really thought it was going to happen. And I think most of our friends and family would have said the same thing. But in six short weeks, we're leaving.
I was driving to my mom and dad's house last week, and at one point I swerved a bit in order to miss a bump in the road that's been there forever. And I thought, I know this road. This road is my road. I feel like the wheels of my car are part of this road, that I am part of this road. Mostly, I realized that I knew who I was on that road. But I was already slightly less connected to the road than I had been a few months before, when moving to NYC seemed a possibility rather than an eventuality. And I'll keep pulling away, until I am hovering somewhere in limbo, between Grand Rapids and New York.
How long will it be until I'm connected again?