It seems a popular topic of conversation in our home lately is where life will soon be taking us. Our journey is soon over in NY, if we choose to move, and our life choices will have a bigger impact than ever before. Derek will have a big boy job, school will no longer be a part of our lives, house shopping may be a possibility, and we dream of little babies (my favorite topic of conversation, of course).
It's all more stressful than I thought it would be. I thought that all of this school, loans, and hard work would be the stressful part. But I'm believing more and more that life isn't getting easier. All of the "older and wiser" tried to tell me, but I can't help but occasionally have this vision of how perfect and blissful life will be when we're settled in a cute little home, with a little baby to snuggle. Why does saying "little" make things sound so endearing?
As stressful as it all is, it is fun and adventurous. We are living life today having no clue where we will be in 8 months. We don't know where we're going to live, what jobs we will have, nothing really, except that we'll have each other and still be making happy happen.
The other day we got this picture from our dear friend Stephen. Maybe serendipitous? We'll consider a modeling career. Not really. We'd heard we were seen on a bus or two, but now it's been proven to us. Thank you, Stephen.