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Moving On, Moving Away

Credit: Shek Graham

Credit: Shek Graham

Loyal readers may remember my MINOR freakout back in March where I was crazy-stressed and didn’t work out for two weeks. You may remember that my husband and I were making a major decision about jobs and moving and life. After making that big decision so many months ago, it’s hard to believe that the time has come. I’m moving. And I’m not just moving a little—I’m doing it right. West Coast to East Coast. 2,933 miles if you’re looking for exact numbers.

Just over two years ago, we moved from Kansas to California, which isn’t exactly a short drive either. And although we knew we probably wouldn’t end up on the West Coast long term, it’s been a great place to call home. You can’t beat the perfect Northern California weather. There is an abundance of nature, activity and sight-seeing around every corner. I’ve had skiing just a few hours away, and an ocean (albeit a freezing one) a mere 30-minute drive away. We’ve done wine country and Lake Tahoe and hiking and shown “The City” of San Francisco off to family and friends. I even got to see Jenn on her honeymoon when she went to Sonoma (I swear I didn’t crash their honeymoon…it was a short slumber party the night before their flight home!). California has been full of really, really good times and memories.

So while it’ll be sad to drive off and leave California behind, the Mr. and I have a great adventure ahead. Because we scoff at normalcy, our adventure starts with a month of us being “homeless.” As you read this today, we’ve already embarked on our journey East and have now stopped in Kansas and Missouri to visit our families while my husband has the time off. Thankfully, the day job and FBG can all be done on my trusty laptop, so my days will be filled with work while my nights will be spent enjoying family and friends without the frenzy we usually feel during holiday visits. I plan to take some of the lessons from my training sessions to keep working “hard enough” and not lose my workout momentum during this crazy time. Then we’ll head on a fun (and hopefully relaxing) vacation to the Bahamas before embarking on the last legs of our drive to our final destination and new home.

And to those of you wondering where I’m landing: New Jersey, baby. No, I probably won’t be ending up on the Real Housewives any time soon, but I will be close enough to “The City,” (this time the Big Apple) that hopefully I’ll be able to try out and report to you when newfangled fitness trends desperately need a guinea pig. It’ll be a new adventure. I’ll make sure to pack a coat. —Erin

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