Over a month ago I wrote that I was going to write something about moving. You can clearly see how well that worked. To say things have been hectic would be an understatement. However, I’ve had a few people give me crap for not updating in so long, so I have a list of things I want to post about and I’m going to start where this blog left off, when I was still in California.

Once Andy found out he was definitely going to Japan, life went from 0 to 60 in about 3 seconds. Most of January was spent figuring out everything that needed to be accomplished to complete one cross-country move and one trans-Pacific move. The biggest thing was determining where exactly I was going to live and how we were going to get me, all our household goods, and two cars there. Thankfully I’m blessed with amazing friends who jumped at the chance to help me in some way. Kevin and Maria offered to accept the shipment of my car and store it in their garage, so that was one major headache out of the way.

After finding a home for my car, it was time to find a home for me. This was a very difficult decisions to make. On the one hand, my car and a potential job were going to be in Maryland. On the other hand, this was a chance for me to live in my favorite city: Charleston. Ultimately, I decided to start in Maryland and figure things out from there. This was the best option as it left me able to accept the potential job, but still free to head to Charleston if I didn’t. Everything else was pretty easy. The household goods would be sent by the government and Andy and I decided to drive his car across, stopping to visit his family and my brother along the way.

Somehow everything was coming together smoothly on such short notice. During the first week of February the movers came to get Andy’s stuff being shipped to Japan. Later in the week they came again to pack everything else. Finally, my car was picked up for it’s trip to Maryland. All we had left after that was to wipe down the house, turn in the keys and hit the road.

At this point it has been nearly two months since I left. While I love being on the same coast as most of my friends and family, I have to admit there are a few things I miss about San Diego. Those things include my friend Scott, the beautiful weather, and my awesome house. But the thing I miss most (besides seeing my husband everyday) is definitely the running trail at Lake Miramar. In all the places I’ve been in the last two months (more to come on that), I haven’t found anywhere else that can compare. Which would explain why I’ve hardly ran at all the last few months, something I’m already working on fixing.