May 21, 2018 — Our third year in the Seattle area since high-tailing it out of southern California.

Holy crap it’s kinda been a crapshoot with moments of happiness in between.

Our journey started with quitting our long-time jobs and going on this adventure into the unknown. All we knew was that we would be living somewhere new. The breakdown goes something like this:

• Year 1: I found a new job. Lost said found job. Had a baby.
• Year 2: We moved out of Seattle to the ‘burbs. Spent most of that year lamenting about getting laid off.
• Year 3: Found a job. Quit the job. Found out baby #2 is on the way.

In the fourth year, here are my hopes:

• Get out of the ‘burbs (i.e., hubby gets a new, better-paying job or by some miracle I’m able to hold down a job that I can do from home to help offset the financial burden of being a single-income family)
• Give birth to a happy and healthy baby

That’s it for the most part. With the way things have gone so far, life has a way of really fucking with you. I’d really love to have great news to share. One day. Some day.