Its been two plus years since we moved from our mid-Michigan comfort zone. People still ask us, “Why’d you move here?”And to that I’m always torn: Do I tell them the truth or do I tell them what they’re expecting to hear?
Everyone wants to hear the answer, work—work is why we moved.
But that’s not our answer.
The truth is—we were simply ready for a change; a chance to refresh. I had just been offered a full time teaching position for the next year, we’d found a darling little home with a big lot in our price range, and we were comfortable. But, we decided that we wanted to try comfort elsewhere…. So, we pointed to a map.
Yep—that’s right, we pointed to a map
We landed on a little dot near DC and laughed to read the place fate had determined we'd be moving was a town some close friends had ventured to the year before. So, we found a job, an apartment, packed up and left.
So here's the current dilemma..... we love it here, love our apartment, are content with our jobs.... yet, the familiar wanderlust has set in...
So today I'm thinking...