I’ve missed writing here.  I’ll be back to it once we’re more settled.  Our house is in boxes, and I’m surrounded by general disorder as we try to move ourselves from a five-bedroom house to a two-bedroom townhome.  It’s great, despite the current chaotic appearance of everything.  I’m thrilled that we are downsizing, and hopeful that this will help simplify our lives.  In addition to living in a smaller place with less unnecessary stuff, my commute will be shorter by at least thirty minutes each way. 

The other good, big change is that M resigned from his job.  I’ve only mentioned his job briefly before, and don’t want to say too much about it here, other than that it was a position that caused quite a bit of stress and anxiety for both of us, monopolized his (and often our) evenings and weekends, and, perhaps most significantly, took up so much of his time that he was not able to focus on what needs to be his top priority: finishing his doctorate.  Once we realized he needed to resign, and put the plan in motion for doing so, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  He officially stepped down a few days ago, and almost everyone involved was supportive and understanding. 

I am thankful, and hopeful.  I’ve received encouragement and support in some unexpected places, which I will try to remember to blog about later.  These changes are good.  (And, side note, any wager on whether we’ll get pregnant now that we don’t have extra space for a baby room?)