When we decided to leave New York, our options were to move near Zach’s family in Massachusetts (one day I’ll learn to spell that without spellcheck) or near my family in Tennessee. We knew that choosing one was ultimately choosing to not to see the other one for a while and to see them a lot less throughout the year. It was the toughest decision we’ve ever had to make. We made a pros and cons list and ultimately, we decided we needed to move somewhere that would be easiest for the whole family. Zach made the final call to move to Tennessee (which surprised me, because we’ve always wanted to live near his family) and so we packed up and moved here and we haven’t seen his family since November.
Last year was basically the year of “oh crap what’s going to happen next?” And things got worse and worse and worse and now they’re getting progressively better, which is awesome, but we’re still not out of the financial hole getting evicted from your apartment and not paying bills for almost three months leaves you. Things were bad, yo.
Not only has it been a year and a half since we’ve seen Zach’s family (we’ve seen his mom once during that year), it’s been over a year since I’ve seen my older brother, my sister in law, and my two amazing and hilarious nephews who dwell in the land of tulips and wooden shoes. It sucks. Holland is really, really, far away.
So today I’m complaining because I miss my family. So I’m squishing Emery’s cheeks enough for everyone that has yet to meet him. Because living far away from your family and being too broke to go see them is really sad. But Emery is delicious.
Please tell me we’re not the only family separated by distance and finances. It’s hard, ya’ll.