A New Summer

It's been a while since my last post. There's really no excuse besides that I had nothing new to write. For the last few weeks (months really) I've been in the same rocky waters, trying to stay afloat. It wasn't until the Friday before school let out that I knew I would be coming back to TJ in the fall. With that, I also found out I'll be teaching this summer- something I really wanted to do. Tom and I moved into our new place two days ago. I'm trying to settling in- trying to mold the bare, white apartment into a home. It's taking some time, and I'm trying not to feel rushed or panicked that nothing is up on the walls, the dishwasher and washer aren't working, or that Tom can't find the cables for the T.V. Moving, as much as I looked forward to it, is always a stressful and emotional experience.

I always cry when moving out. I hate seeing my belongings stacked into the back of a rental truck. I hate being in a room devoid of furniture, filled with boxes. But I do love moving in- it holds the same sort of emotions, just flipped. I felt better once the couches were in the living room, boxes stacked waiting to be opened, kitchen beginning to be organized. I think I'll be happy here. It's a small apartment, but it's bright and clean and it's enough room for the two of us.

I feel like moving in opened the next chapter in our lives. We have our own space now- and we can begin to make this really our own. I am looking forward to that. But as always, the unknown and the swell of change make me nervous. I'm trying to embrace everything- my new schedule at work, the new place, our new year in our relationship. I think I'm going to make this summer about new starts, not being afraid to take a different path on my journey.