So, the moving has finally come to an end and we’re comfortably nestled into our new home in North Seattle. As if the moving will ever really come to an end. And just in time, because I was beginning to feel grumpy and sort of rough around the edges. At the moment, owning a home feels strange and a little frightening, like adulthood has finally caught up to us and refuses to go away quietly.

From the drunken vantage point of 28, 34 seemed like no big deal. Still plenty of time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, have babies, start retirement accounts, clean gutters, and figure out all of my annoying idiosyncrasies before the clock starting running on the rest of our lives.

Sorry for the Edgar Allen Poe metaphor, but it turns out that the clock has been quietly ticking along in the basement for awhile now and it’s time to leave behind some remnants of my extended adolescence.

Wish me luck.