Fly Home.

Today, as I write this, a friend of mine is on a plane with her husband, baby boy, and two daughters, heading to a new city, a new adventure and a new life. She was born and raised in Arizona and they have decided to move to where his family lives which is in Boston, MA. Yep, she's moving her family clear across the country. They will be living with his parents, around his friends, and his siblings.

It reminds me of when my husband and I did that exact same thing 4 years ago. We moved from my home base of Arizona to Syracuse, NY. I didn't know a soul there. It was HIS family, HIS friends, HIS siblings and it quickly felt just like that - all about HIM, not "us". Our son was just a few months old and honestly, I never felt so lonely in my life. I was so excited in the beginning. When we arrived there was such a fuss. People were over to his mom's house all day long. Then the weekend was over and regular life resumed. I felt as though I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, and I was displaced. Our "stuff" had not arrived yet, and neither had our car. I loathe living out of a suitcase and yet that is exactly what we were doing. To make an incredibly long story short, I hated living there. I missed my doctor, my nail tech, my grocery store, my coffee shop...my life. Incidently, almost exactly one year to the day, we moved back to Tucson.

Changing your whole life like that takes a lot of faith and patience and sometimes it works and sometimes you realize exactly what you need to be happy. For me, it was my friends, familiarity, and a relationship with my husband that didn't include me having to fight with his family over his time. Quite simply put, I needed a life of our own. I knew that living in Syracuse, we'd never have that.

So now, as I think of my friend, on that plane, and think of what may lie ahead for her, I wish her the very best. I also take immense pleasure in thinking about the fact that today I'll visit MY nail technician, and head to MY grocery store, meet up with MY friends for coffee and end the day spending time with MY husband; just him, our kids, and me. And I wouldn't want it any other way. The best flight I ever took, was my flight - home.