I’ve moved a lot in my life. So much that I’ve been asked many times if I’m an Army brat. Answer: no, but the nuclear power industry is run by a lot of Navy men who still seem to function the same as in their military days…
I was born in Pennsylvania (lived in Berwick, Allentown, and Bloomsburg), moved to Memphis, TN at the beginning of high school, moved to Delaware, OH to go to Ohio Wesleyan University (Go Bishops!), and then moved to Minnesota where I have lived in Blaine, downtown St. Paul, and now currently Minneapolis. Exhausting run-on-ish sentence of a list, isn’t it?
I’ve never had a “childhood home”. BUT what I had was WAY better. I had New York City. Living so close to NY from PA, most big life events meant a trip to the city. Birthdays were spent seeing Broadway shows. Christmas meant seeing Santa at Macy’s and the giant Swarovski star at Rockefeller Center. I enjoyed delis, REAL pizza, and water dogs from street vendors. When my family moved away from Pennsylvania, my parents still made sure I was able to go back to NYC a couple of times. My college roommate and I spent the best spring break ever there. I could go on but it’s easy to say that the majority of my favorite memories took place in NYC. Even though I’ve packed up and moved a lot, NYC has always felt like home. I’ve dreamed of making it my official home for as long as I could remember.
When Anthony suggested that we move there I couldn’t contain my excitement! We are taking a lot of risks, and giving up a lot of comfort, but it feels right. Following your dreams can be risky, but as Anthony likes to say “you have to risk it for the biscuit”.
I am very excited to start this new chapter of my life! And maybe, just maybe, I can stop moving now.