Today, is officially my last day as a legitimate New Hampshire resident,
and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly emotional about the thought of saying goodbye to this state.
I moved here in October of 2010, after 5 years in Utah.
I had needed a break, I needed to be closer to family and I missed the East coast.
I lived briefly in North Conway, then Nashua, then Salem, where I’ve been the past year.
I’ve lived in a whole bunch of places in my life –
from New Jersey, to Florida, to Utah, to New Hampshire…
but I have to say that I’m fairly certain this is my absolute favorite thus far.
I’ll miss the gorgeous, clear blue skies and lovely lake water.
I’ll miss the stunning snowy winterscapes, which are pretty much the best thing ever.
I’ll miss the insanely beautiful fall colors.
I’ll miss the blueberry picking in the summer because Maine blueberries are the best.
I’ll miss trips to the river with my sweet pup because she has to stay behind with my parents (more on that later).
I’ll miss our proximity to Boston’s fun city center.
I’ve never really had a problem moving on,
and I think that’s a big reason why Ryan and I knew we could make this relationship work.
The Army ensures many moves in our future,
and though I love my family more than life itself,
I also love Ryan, and I know that we can travel, FaceTime and always, always stay in touch.
There’s something innately beautiful about moving.
It’s the close of one chapter, but it also opens a brand new door for a million new things.
And, in the end, it just means a million new adventures 🙂