We're moving next week to a big place with Lindsay and Courtney, and I couldn't be more excited. Four bedrooms, our own stuff (i.e. not furnished) and near a whole bunch of mom-n-pop shops in a very colorful part of town.
Now, just a couple of obstacles: packing up my whole life and getting help moving out there with Tom's freshly seperated parents. Oy.
Promises to be memorable. And me? My mental state is just fine. Something yesterday began to click with us that hasn't clicked in a long time. There's something to be said for brutal honesty. He held me and looked into my eyes, saying "We're gonna make it." And I didn't have a shred of doubt about the truth of that statement.
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