I'm alive! We moved out of and away from New York City.
I only broke and ugly cried in front of one friend- Allie.
I did not cry as we drove away from The Skyline.
A major road trip happened. With a B-dog in the car. A rental car.
Fourth of July in Nashville happened and it was awesome. I think my play-brother has the best apartment of anyone I know.
We moved into a new apartment in Little Rock, Arkansas.
Matt, my husband, bought a truck. A manly man's truck. With four-wheel drive and all that stuff.
It feels funny to drive cars and to live so close to our families.
It feels funny to not be cramming a ton of visits into one weekend because we aren't flying away at the end of it for once.
We're here for good. And it feels good.