after much anticipation, packing and loading (thanks to the helping hands of family), we finally made it to the sunshine state! my hubby did the grueling road trip in a moving truck with our car in tow. he made it from new jersey to florida in roughly thirty-six hours. he was a trooper!
i survived being a middle seater, forty-five minutes delayed on the runway, with a restless toddler. my apologies to all onboard jetblues’ flight 545 last wednesday. i was “that mom” with the crying…no wait, screaming child.
two hours and forty-six three hours and twenty-nine minutes later (it seemed much longer), izzie and i arrived to west palm beach international airport.
we were exhausted, yet extremely thrilled. patryk met up with us shortly after, and he shared the same exact sentiments. boy, moving is not easy! this is our fourth during our five years of marriage. we may just be 21st century gypsies and/or hippies. just maybe.
this relocation was different though.
unlike any other we’ve experienced before. for the first ever, a true adventure. it’s like we’re on vacation–all the time. knowing we’re here to stay, just blows my mind. if i could use one word, it would be–surreal. pastel hues as far as my eyes could see, palm trees, poolside lounging and al fresco dining (during winter, no less), and happy, friendly people all around. in our neck of the woods, late fall and winter isn’t so kind to us. being here reminds me of the sun’s simple goodness. this stuff…you know, vitamin d could posibbly transform any grouch into mister rogers.
it’s been one week, and we’re still pinching ourselves.
when I drove into the complex on our move-in date, i had an epiphany. out of no where (without any help or coaching whatsoever), our 19 month old made a bold declaration. she pointed at the entrance gate and said, “home! mama…home!”