Hey Look! I'm Over Here Now!

Two weeks were gone in a blink. It seemed that no sooner had we retrieved Boo Radley from customs* than I was driving The Boy back to the airport in New York. It was an absolutely lovely Christmas, full of food and presents and love all spread out on a giant red table cloth at my sister's house.

And it didn't feel like a move at all. There were a few moments of quiet where I thought about how much I would miss certain things about Paris, but having The Boy there for the first ten days made the transition seamless. Even leaving him at the airport was far less bitter than I had imagined, knowing that he would be back in a few short months. Indeed, the same day he touched down in France he purchased a ticket back, Philly bound.

We still have details to sort out. I am already full steam ahead in the job search (resisting my relentless, illogical urge to look for an apartment to nest in before I even have an income). We have yet to choose where exactly we will live (we're leaning towards the burbs, on a train line), and The Boy has a whole big job search of his own to do. There will be a car to buy (eventually), furniture and all the dressings of a home (immediately), planning, organizing, saving. All these things that feel remarkably adult and still terribly foreign. When did that happen? When did I become an adult?

But it is happening, we're settling, we're moving on and moving in. It feels easy and natural for me, and so I know that this time it's right. It's a New Year. It's a clean slate and a fresh page. It crossed my mind to set some resolutions, but I have have enough irons in the fire to not worry about getting things done. This year is a big one, a huge one, a monster of a New Year and I can't wait to get it going.

What waits for you in 2011?

*Stay tuned for the Boo Radley saga in the coming week. Spoiler: I cried more than he did.