I love when things just seem to come together in the way that they should.
The past few months have been a whirlwind of craziness. Since March when I was offered the chance to move up within my company, my mind hasn't stopped racing. There has been the chaos of finding a new place to live, a part-time nanny to help out with Kylie, and getting used to the new job. This is all in addition to having a two hour drive each way to work. I am basically living in my car at the moment. There is only one week to go; we are entering the final stretch before we find our new normal. I cannot wait to get to Raleigh. The downside is that I am moving away from my family and friends. Everything is a little bittersweet. At the same time, I feel like this is where I am supposed to be. A few weeks ago, I had decided that the decision to take this job was ridiculous and was obviously made in a moment of lunacy. I felt like there was a giant monkey on my back, and I couldn't shake it off. Work sucked with its nonstop 10 hour days, I was unsure of the house that I had picked out, and the commute was wearing on me. I stopped sleeping sometime in April. Exhaustion was an understatement.
At the end of the day though, it all worked out. We picked up our new house keys yesterday afternoon and started moving things in. I feel like we have been packing for months. I don't know how we accrued so much stuff. This new house is so completely different than the places that we have lived before. It is in the middle of a farmland; my nearest neighbors are across a field of vegetables on either side. This is our backyard:
I am secretly thrilled that I can run around naked outside at night and no one will ever know. I would never do that, of course.
Aaaaaaand, the boy is still amazing. We have made it to the five week mark, but it feels like I have been dating him for months. We even made it official by announcing to the Facebook world that we are in a relationship. I have never dated anyone who was willing to do that. Being with him makes me realize that I was honestly with the most horrible guys on the planet before. I can't believe that I never thought that I deserved better. Yesterday, we met each other's kid(s). Next weekend, he is going to meet my parents. He is driving down from Raleigh to help me move. Any guy who is willing to assist me in moving all of my crap is clearly a saint. Oh, and he sent flowers to me at work the other day.