We Are Home

St. Patrick's Day was a little different this year. We can't say that 80% of the family showed up for the Irish Family Reunion as they have in years past. We can't say that Steinvic's son was right there with us, toasting and celebrating another fantastic year.(He couldn't cut class...) But we can say that we were there, full on Irish, Guinness in hand, to ring in another year of good fortune and thankfulness. That is how we roll...

We packed the first dozen boxes of what is sure to be a colossal move from Columbus to West Chester.

Steinvic is a champ. While I know this is huge progress for both of us, emotionally, financially, futurely, I'm also aware that he has lived nowhere but Columbus for all of his almost 50 years. He makes this significant transition for me. For us.

Next weekend will be the real sweat. No choice. All the things we didn't accomplish around my cold and our laziness will come to a head as we work against the landlord's pocket watch. We have to be out by next Tuesday. We have Vampire Weekend to look forward to on Monday night, but by the end of the day on Tuesday, we need to be settled in to our home - and our new life together.

But for tonight? We're waiting on the pizza guy. We're in comfy pants, settled, the first round of boxes brought in and unloaded. We have beer and basketball. Happy about the chance to start a new life, in a comfortable home, with each other. Finally!

Here is to tomorrow, and all of the ups and downs and goods and bads and everything in between that we have to look forward to. Slainte...