Today seems quite appropriate for my first blog post. Exactly one year ago to date we finished packing our things, at least the belongings we thought we "needed" for the next few months and I, with my 3 month old, and my husband with our 3 year old made the trek from TN to OH.

As I drove in my car (actually a borrowed car from my in-laws) and my hubby in his there were thoughts swirling in my head. Was this a good idea? Did I forget the coffee maker? How was it going to work living with my parents again? Would our house sell quickly? Did I want our house to sell quickly? Where would I stop to nurse my daughter?
The questions were random. Some about the future and some about the present.
Then we crossed from KY to OH and the snow began to swirl just like my confusion and fears. The questions turned to statement. This was probably a bad idea. What the (insert curse word here) was I thinking! Oh crap.

November 15th will always hold a serious spot in my heart and mind. A big life change, definitely the hardest yet (and I say yet because from my experience so far life is as unpredictable as the weather in this crazy state of Ohio.)

I'll elaborate more on this journey, I'm sure, but the point of this post is to say that one year later, we made it. We are not miserable. I am happily typing away in the sunroom off the back of our house. OUR HOUSE, not my parents living room or our friends house or the rental (all of which we lived this past year). We are truly blessed beyond measure and I look forward to sharing some stories, and encouragement!
Thanks,
Sara