I'm packing up the last of our things while my husband is at his last day of work before we move to Washington. Leaving Indiana is nostalgic for me. I've spent my entire life here, unlike Don who moved here when he was sixteen. But I'm excited for the move and the change of scenery, a new location and new friends.
It's made me think a lot about how good life is right now. I'm in my third year (technically, since I am a 5th semester Ross student that is the equivalent of a junior U.S. vet school student) of vet school, doing well with a strong GPA. My husband just finished his Master's degree and is starting a job that he's thrilled to be doing in a field he's wanted to work in for quite some time. Within two years both of us will be done with school and have good jobs. And we're happily married, in a stable, strong relationship. So strong that we can pick up right where we left off after spending months apart at a time.
Somehow, when I wasn't looking, that American Dream thing snuck up on me.