In eight days I will be in a fully packed car, waving good bye to the Cape. I will be unsure  if we will be seeing it again in the Spring or maybe not seeing it until ten years from now when we go for some kind of Anniversary visit.

The best word I have found to describe it is bittersweet. It’s a bitter taste to leave behind your routine. I have to find a new place to  get good coffee, a new neighborhood bar to go when the night calls for a pint. It’s difficult to say good bye to the friends and acquaintances you have made over the past few months. Their lives will carry on as I depart to find a new normal.

The sweetness overtakes that bitter taste. I am on to a new adventure. There are new people waiting to be met, new restaurants, beaches and hiking trails to explore. My husband and I always enjoy a strengthening of our bond as we open a new chapter in our lives. There is an excitement like a small child waiting for Christmas Day. Nick and I have been planning and saving for this trip for a few months now. My family and friends are excited to see us in Michigan.

When I was younger my biggest dream was to travel and to explore. To push myself to my very limits and to the edge of my comfort zone. My crippling anxiety made me feel like it was something that would never happen for me. But now it is sweet to be in control. And all it’s all the better having someone to share it with.