In a couple of weeks, we will be heading down to Austin for one of the very last times. Austin is the place where my love grew up. It’s where all the stories of high school, hockey, bike riding, parties and other such shenanigans took place. This is a place I’ve taken many morning runs while visiting. I’ve biked the trails while smelling that Hormel smell I’ve (kind of) gotten used to. My mother-in-law and father-in-law are ready to move on. I’m so proud of them for living the lives they want to and for traveling to places I’ve dreamed of. But, I really hate goodbyes.
Today I began prepping our nursery for paint. When we moved here, nearly 8 years ago, I painted it a beautiful lavender, that was really a baby blue. I wanted it to be the perfect color for my baby girl who wasn’t yet a year old. Little did we know, this baby blue would be perfect for our little surprise package the stork would be delivering in about 8 months from move-in. Our baby girl was swiftly kicked into the middle child seat and out of the blue nursery.
Tomorrow the nursery will become the spare room.
It’s so strange being here, with the ability to witness and be a part of these changes I never thought I would. Less than a year ago, I didn’t think I would experience real-life feelings again. Everything was about cancer. I wonder when I’ll be able to let my guard down and not worry so much about how many tomorrows I’ll get. I wonder if I’ve lived through the worst of it all.
Tomorrow I get to wake up living my best life. I have the best family, the best friends and now the best job.
Hellooooooooo to the rest of my life!