Moving.

It's been a while. Probably anyone who reads here (my whopping four readers) knows why: birth saga, new baby. I'm not going to go into that now.

I feel like writing this morning though, because we're entering a new chapter in our lives, and I'm not feeling so great about it.

A week ago, I still felt positive, I think. It hadn't become real yet. We're moving to Seattle. We're leaving the Midwest for a wet, toned-down-but-still-northern climate. I'm leaving my friends. I'm leaving right at the start of fall, my favorite season here. I'm leaving when I never really got over the depressive funk I've been in for the last year, and I will have no one (well, almost no one) there to lean on. I've got to perk up and start over with new people - or stay home and be depressed.

This morning, I got up and took Ari outside. It was 70 degrees. Summer isn't really over yet here - temps are still getting up into the 80s most days (but starting to cool off). I love it when it's about 80/65. In Seattle, it's cooling off as well: highs in the upper 60s to occasional low 70s; lows threatening to dip into the 40s. Yikes. Forget going outside in shorts and onesies in the morning. :(

Back when the job search started, I encouraged Portland (which probably would be causing much of the same anxieties now) and various Midwestern cities. Seattle was an afterthought. Chris ended up applying to many jobs in Seattle and Silicon Valley - and almost none in the Midwest. Given those two choices, of course I chose Seattle over dry, soulless SV. But they're both sooooo far from here.

I just have this dull, foreboding feeling now. I am looking forward to certain aspects of Seattle - and getting out of Indiana - but moving still sucks. Big time.