And Let the Panic Ensue...

We have a move date and therefore a countdown...38 days.  Ever since I've counted it out, I've felt like an elephant has laid claim to my chest.  Excited but terrified, we (thankfully) have a tenant for our apt, but have yet to sign a lease in FL.  We have a lot to do to make our NYC apt look presentable and have a lot to purge and pack yet.  And then there is the NYC bucket list, that isn't getting any shorter.  Oh, and without realizing, I somehow managed to sign up for races three consecutive weekends in a row!?!

On the bright side, today is our anniversary.  Three years!  Three years married and nearly 11 years together.  When did that happen?  We go out for a lovely dinner tonight in Rock Center.

So, how did we get here?  Let me rewind.  I was recently working for a company with offices in multiple US markets - 13 markets to be exact.  Husband has been begging me to move for approximately the past 3 years we have been married.  Many, many months ago, he asked his boss about relocating saying that I could relocate for work (true story, until I lost my job).  Boss said, don't see why not, I will keep my ears open for you.  Fast forward probably 6 months since Pete brought it up and in June his boss called him to say there was the opportunity for him to transfer to Boca Raton, FL.  We discussed, took a trip in July to visit South Florida, and definitively told his boss yes on August 5.  I'm glossing over many sleepless nights, tears and pro/con lists.  Stories for another day.

I have lived in NYC for nearly 11 years...with the exception of a jaunt or two to London for university and post-grad studies.  My entire adulthood has been spent living in a city.  I haven't driven on a regular basis since I was a 17 year old senior in high school.  I rely on my feet or MTA to get me to where I need to go...now we need to get two cars.  I am in love with the convenience of living in a big city.  It's comfortable.  I know my 'hood.  There is always something to do.

Ultimately, I decided it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to get out of that comfort zone and start a new adventure.  And that adventure is apparently starting in 38 days.