Two weeks ago, on the day we celebrated Martin Luther King Junior's life and the ringing phrase "free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, we are free at last!," I found an apartment in New York City in which my husband and I could be together at last. I felt somewhat the same way as Dr. King.
My husband has made enormous personal sacrifices for my education and career. This has included beginning our marriage by being apart while I studied at Cambridge and then Oxford for a Masters until he moved out to England, and now, based on his prompting that it was "now or never," starting a doctorate at Penn. This second separation has been easier than the first, but still quite difficult. Thanks to a temporary transfer from his work (we'll return to London beginning 2013), we are separated no longer. Hallelujah!
More than being together, finally, it also means no more long-term, long-distance separations. Hopefully for forever.
So, for the third time this year, I have moved. This time, it is to a very small, densely populated, and brightly-lit island called Manhattan. Being a small-town girl who loves clean, beautiful places and hates spending money, I never thought I'd say this, but it's true: I'm excited to be here, and am looking forward to getting to know this little island.
I'll start by re-reading a book a good friend gave to me a few years ago - The Island at the Center of the World, perhaps getting to know one of my favorite bloggers, and checking out the Soup Nazi just around the corner...
Any other suggestions?