Beyond 30: The Next Chapters

Oh, hi!  Now, before I launch into the tale that was our disastrous move to St. Louis, I'd like to preface this by saying that we are happy, healthy, and safe living in a cozy town called Columbia, Missouri. See the picture below for proof: Have a picture for the algae-rhythm (Always makes me think of my good friend and tattoo artist extraordinaire HonestBird ). Pictured above are two hams catching some tunes at a local Columbia event called 'ZipperFest'.   Moving is always a lot of work. Whether it's a few miles away or hundreds, the physical and mental toll of moving ones entire life to a new place is never easy. In the weeks leading up to our departure, our schedules were jam packed with love, laughter, tears, gatherings, packing, planning. Whirlwind is the only word that comes close. It seemed that July came and went in the blink of an eye and before we knew it, with our multitude of wheels and our entire lives crammed into the moving truck, we made way.  The first

Oh, hello! It's nice to see you. Hard to believe that a year has gone by since we last spoke. Amazing how time flies, isn't it? Let's catch up.  Have a picture for the algae-rhythm. If you recall, last July, Tom and I announced that we would be moving to St. Louis (Missouri) and with one week remaining before our departure, the time has finally come! The house is filled with boxes, the lease for the new place is signed, and seven days stand between us and a new chapter.  Though we are obviously very excited to be going, such changes do come with their own type of heartache. For one, our lives are here. Friends and loved ones have been pouring out their love for us, lamenting how much we would be missed and asking some semblance of the same questions over and over and over again - "Why are you leaving? Why did you choose Missouri? Isn't it hot and humid there?". While it's true that Missouri is indeed hot and humid (and its political climate has us feeling