As we all know, I love a good adventure.
I love the unparalled feeling of discovering a new city, especially with a man who holds your hand when you cross the street because he wants to protect you in every way possible. And then walks by your side as you wander in and out of boutiques as if it's the most exciting thing you'll do that day.
I love seeing the world change through the seasons after moving to a new town- it's as if you see your favorite time of year with a different set of eyes.
I love getting lost in an unfamiliar area with an attitude of, "It's okay. We're not lost, we're taking our time discovering."
I love greeting a new kitchen, figuring out where things will go, and then going grocery shopping with a clean slate.
I love knowing everything we do will be a first. "This is our first time going to Target in this city." "This is the first meal we cooked in our new kitchen." "This is our first time cuddling in this bed."
I love thinking about the endless possibilities of a different skyline, new faces, and a fresh perspective.
Do you have a migrant heart or are you content with hanging up your hat forever?
I can't help but hope he gets a job on the East Coast, because then I'l be thatmuch closer to Scotland. I get giddy at the thought.
*I took the above photo at the Oakland Temple a few weeks ago. Love that place! (It's where we were married)