The short version of the story is: we got engaged, Ted got a post-doc position at M.I.T., we got married a few months later, slept on an air mattress for a few weeks while we packed up our stuff, and got on a plane for Boston a month after that.
We've been in Boston for 4 full days at this point, living out of our suitcases in a hotel, and spending our days looking for a place to live. It's both extremely stressful and extremely liberating having so much up in the air from where we'll be living to whether/where I may find work to how long we'll actually be here for, plus all the other issues in between. The answers to all of those question? No clue, yet.
We'll sort it out in time. In the meantime, Ted and I will just continue vacillating between being super excited with everything that is happening (and so quickly) and being extremely stressed out with everything that is happening (and so quickly).
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| "Life is a journey, not a destination." I'll drink to that, Ralph Waldo Emerson! |
