PACKING UP THE PANTRY

 

In three day's time,  I will have finished my last day at my current job, we will have moved out of our apartment, and all of our possessions—save for some work boots and the rice cooker—will be in a storage unit. In three day's time we will have made a decision about whether or not we're opening the door to a new adventure by signing a particular apartment lease. It feels simultaneously frightening and exhilarating. No strangers to change, these days feel like somewhat of an inevitable ripple in the framework of our adventurous life together. As my dad always says, "you've got to kick fear in the face." Pacifists though we are, fear seems like an adversary worth kicking in the face. Here's to goat farms in Vermont, paring down your material possessions, and having the freedom to explore the wide open world with the love of your life.

—S