60 More Days

This weekend marked a milestone. It's time. We're ready. And it's only 60 days away (yes I have counted).

We let the cat out of the bag at our happy hour at Angles on Friday. It's amazing how much information you will divulge after 2 beers and no dinner (in this particular instance, I was not the giant blabber mouth). J told several of his coworkers and former coworkers about our time frame for moving to the West Coast. I have to say, it felt pretty good.

Back in April, we set a tentative date of July 31st, but only shared the deadline with a select few. While we have talked freely with our families about specific plans for moving, we've been holding our cards close with our friends and coworkers in D.C. Mostly, we didn't want to cause unnecessary drama and speculation, but also, until recently we really weren't entirely sure when we would take the plunge.

The turning point in our decision was the trip to G graduation. Even though our time in California was incredibly short, we both totally forgot about our stress at home. I slept like a log (an occurrence that has eluded me for the past two months) and J was much more relaxed.

Reality set in this morning at work when I created my time sheet for June. Oh Crap! We're really doing this and I have to tell my boss my plans in exactly 30 days! I also have to finish my DC Modernism study, which is most likely the cause of my sleepless nights. But nothing like a deadline to give you a swift kick in the butt right?

The thought of all the things we need to do in 60 days gives me hives. However, J has been the keeper of sanity and manager of my mini meltdowns, so for that I am grateful. Hopefully in a couple of weeks, I'll be rocking the Portland air guitar as well!