Changes

A few weeks ago Patrick and I packed everything we could into two suitcases and moved to Idaho. The trip took twelve hours, and we arrived, exhausted and freezing. You see, we were moving by plane from our measly little city in Louisiana, to a tiny town in Idaho, IN THE DEAD OF WINTER. There are a lot of things to consider here. One: Patrick and I met in that little Louisiana city, we had built our entire relationship there, all of our friends and family were near that itty bitty city. (All except 4). Two: Cold is my least favorite thing to be. I like warm things, sweaters and blankets and space heaters and godzilla onesies but I like to only have one layer of clothing, so tiny town Idaho? worst place for a single layer. Three: The most snow I have ever witnessed was maybe a centimeter once in the middle of April, it was not snowman worthy. Four: Tiny town Idaho is mostly snow. Five: I have a Sister-in-law who as amazing and wonderful as she is, is also the mother of my 6 month old niece. Since my brother is currently deployed and she works ALOT, she wasn't getting any sleep. Six: We were planning on moving eventually anyway we just didn't know where. Seven: We had no money, bills were piling up, and it didn't look like we would be able to stay put another month. SO that about summed up our decision. The way things were going we needed to make a change, and what better way to switch things up than by helping someone else out? Our families were on board with the idea. Our friends were a little concerned. We were scared to death. But when my feet touched down outside the airport, I couldn't help but feel like this was an important step in our lives together. We made the decision together, we made the trip together and we faced our fears and uncertainties together. Patrick gets to learn how to care for a baby, I get to learn how to step out of my comfort zone. Plus we get a million new pictures to share with our friends and friends.