Announcment

My new favorite spice

It's funny how quickly life can change. One minute, you're an urban professional living in a teeny apartment with a bottle-return plant across the street. And then, before you know it, you wake up a Connecticut housewife.

For years, Jared and I have wanted to move closer to our families. The fact that you don't have to spend half a million dollars on a 2-bedroom condo and can find a decent bagel in said area didn't hurt a bit. We decided that sooner or later, we would relocate and start a new phase of our lives in the Connecticut or New Jersey area.

It came sooner rather than later. Just a few weeks ago, Jared was offered an amazing job running a new triathlon shop in Stamford. His parents let us know that we'd be welcome to rent the cottage on their road that they own. Yes, my life is about to become an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond. And I couldn't be happier. Ridgefield, CT here we come.

I am ready to move to a quieter place, to be able to open my windows without hearing men curse out their wives at Phil's Towing (next to the bottle exchange; I guess it's still a "developing" neighborhood). I am happy that I can walk my dog at night without seeing rats (though who knows what kind of wildlife awaits me in CT), and to have some extra space where guests can stay and we can each have an office. I'm happy that our city dog George will be able to run around in the fresh air, and that we'll be able to get to New York easily. Most of all, I am thrilled to be moving closer to family and friends.

My posts in the coming weeks will certainly include tearful laments over all that I'll miss, delightful stressings on trying to find a job, and detailed recaps of the daily nervous breakdowns I am having when thinking about packing, but for now I am 100% in celebration mode. Except that I'm not sure where in Ridgefield I go to buy socks, and if we're going to buy another car, and how I am ever going to find a new vet...

Cue panic attack.