One year ago, One year ago, One year ago.

Maybe was offered a two year postdoc at Cornell so we decided to fly out and investigate this past weekend. For so many reasons, we decided, after some agonizing on Monday night, to accept the offer. On Tuesday morning we had planned to see a few apartments, "in case". In case turned out to be so good, because the third one we saw was perfect and we will sign the lease this weekend. I'm back to work for now. I know what my life will be for the next two years and three months, more or less.

I'm wondering how we will get married, honeymoon, pack, drive across the country, and unpack in less than a month. I know it will get done and it will be great. In two years and three months I hope we will return to P-town, buy a house, and eventually, raise a family.

Before we decided, we kept asking God for "peace". But I don't think that is what we have, or what we want to have. I think more than anything I'm excited to start our life together, but I'm also a little afraid. This, I realize is normal. In fact, at this very moment I'm realizing how sad it will be to leave our family, friends, and community behind. And I also know how healthy and strengthening it will be for us to start life in a brand new (beautiful) place. Together.

Ithaca, here we come!