|What I wore: Skirt, Gap. Bandeau, American Eagle. Tank, PacSun.|
As of today we've been in Los Angeles for 9 months and it seems almost unfathomable
that we've been away for so long. When we made the decision to move
I knew that there would be things we'd miss,
and it seems to just now be sinking in.
We're here permanently. We're not vacationing. There is no deadline.
We live here,
1,762 miles away from the place we called home for 22 years.
And it's a little bit weird, to say the least.
When Ryan accepted his position here, we were elated.
Moving to California was our dream, so of course we couldn't wait
to trade in Missouri ice storms and blizzards for sunny California beaches,
and the slower pace of the Midwest for a city with more
restaurants alone than we could visit in our lifetimes.
And as soon as we arrived, we fell head over heels for our new home.
And we still love it.
But now that our summer of visitors has ended and we've begun
to settle into a routine here, the nostalgia is starting to emerge.
I miss being able to hop in my car and drive 45 minutes to see our families.
I miss lazy Sunday afternoons doing laundry with the boys.
I miss tailgating with our friends on the beer pong table I hand-painted.
I miss the feel of early fall in Missouri, when the leaves start to change
and Andy's brings back their pumpkin pie concrete.
GAH, I miss that frozen custard.
But I knew these feelings were coming.
And I know that, with time, they'll become less poignant and more manageable.
Sometimes change is hard...even when it's a change you asked for.