Hello, blog.
Gosh, for a person who claims to love writing, I sure do suck at updating my blog. How has it been eight years since my last post? And for it to be a travel-related one, written during an epic cross-country road trip J and I took in 2014, which I never even finished chronicling…tsk, tsk, tsk.
A lot has happened since then. Once we finished our US road trip, we went to Europe for a last vacay as just us two. Went back to the US and bought a house. Adopted a dog. Had a baby. Went through hell and back with that beloved baby. Enjoyed domestic life. Moved to a different country. Had another baby. Enjoyed the expat life. Traveled a lot. Ate a lot. Embarked on a fitness journey. Moved back to the States at the onset of the coronavirus pandemic in a process that had Amazing Race vibes. Hunkered down during the pandemic. Ushered one kid into kindergarten life. Helped a loved one say goodbye to life. Hunkered down some more. It’s definitely been a wild ride.
Now we’re here. Year 2 into the Age of Covid, with two rambunctious sons and an anxious dog. The past year has been a whirlwind of anxiety, heartache, panic, boredom, and sadness, but we were able to get through that dark tunnel and are now staring down a glimmer on the horizon (which I will be writing about more regularly in the future, I hope). Thankful to be alive. Grateful to be happy, healthy, and sane despite the current state of the world. Hopeful for better things to come.
See you later, blog. 💖