The first and last time I ever wrote here was 2 years ago. I was a stay at home mom in the forest of the Pacific Northwest. A few things have changed. My little man is now 2.5 years old and better than I could have ever hoped. We're back in NY but have strolled on down to Long Island, a huge step in the right direction compared to upstate. I'm working in Manhattan, commuting everyday in a train jam-packed with some of the most miserable people I've ever encountered. It's a strange change but, I must say, I am enjoying it. Once I'm there, the people are great and there is always something new to explore. I think the key will be to leave before becoming one of the miserable so I can retain the good memories.
In some ways, we have found what we were looking for. A place to happily hang our hat and settle in for a while. But, as is life, it doesn't provide us with all that we're looking for. It comes at a price, a high one at that, where we both have to work a lot of hours and leave our children to be raised by others. It's not the future I ever saw us living so we've been working to move on. Again....
