The Two Year Experiment

Yesterday our new landlord handed us the keys.

We're moving to Virginia.

Bu-Bye Maryland!

I'm sure that Maryland is a lovely state. But between my miscarriage, my surgery, being homesick for California, and a handful of other things (which I'm sure will all come out in an essay one day), this past year hasn't been the best.

We're starting over -- on the other side of the Potomac. We're dubbing our move "The Two Year Experiment" because that's how long we've (meaning, me) agreed to give the east coast one more try.

We'll be a few blocks from a bike path (I'm dusting off my rollerblades tonight), two blocks from a coffee house (yep, I'm back on caffeine), and much closer to my brother and sister-in-law (sidenote: Greg, my bro, let me borrow his huge honkin' SUV to move boxes. Can I just say I feel like I'm driving a bus? I'm constantly glancing over my shoulder saying, "How are you little children?").

Again, I'm sure Maryland is a lovely state. But I'm never setting foot in our old town again. Promise I'll write about it one day, but for now I'll just re-emphasize that this past year has been pretty awful. I don't want to be reminded of it.

Except.

I love one thing about the place. My favorite Indian restaurant. Ron takes me to it at least once a week, sometimes more. The guy doesn't even like spicy food, but he knows it makes me happy.

We went there Friday night.

Ron says we can make a special trip back from time to time. So . . . next time I blog I'll be in Virginia. Unless I'm in Maryland on my way to eat chicken tikka makhani.