*Whoops, this is supposed to be Sunday’s post. Oh well, happy early Sunday!*
When we left off last time, we were headed out of town. And out of town we went. But we came back in to town. A lot. I think every two weeks either we were up here or they were down there. We went up and down the interstate more times than I can count.
But day to day during the week, Scott, Emma and I were definitely turning into a little family. Suddenly I wasn’t having to jostle Emma in between grandparents’ houses and I found myself cooking more (and eating out more) as there were no more home cooked meals at said grandparents’ houses, we went shopping when we wanted, stayed in when we wanted. There was definitely a newfound freedom. Scott was loving his new job and I was loving working from home. We ended up moving back a year later almost to the day and I bid the apartment good riddance when we left and we were so happy to come back to town but I can’t say that the year was all bad.
This one particular time we went to a local BBQ place to eat and decided to check out a new park. It was just us three on their playground at a lake. We had a great time and I just remember feeling very independent and happy. And I think for the most part, that’s the way I felt that whole year.
