My husband grew up in Massachusetts. I have never once stepped foot in New England. So far, it’s been nice seeing where Geordie has come from and the place he grew up. It’s also been really, really, really cold.

We arrived late Friday evening, and we’ve done nothing but relax since then. That has been so wonderful. It seems like it’s been ages since Geordie and I have had a place to ourselves – completely to ourselves, so that it feels a little like ours. Not wholly, obviously, since this is his parents’ home, but I think the change is good for us. It does make me long that much more for a place that really is our own, but for now, this is something we definitely needed.

We’re not sure how long we’ll be staying here. It all depends on Geordie’s job prospects. Geordie’s parents spend the winters in the Caribbean, but they’ll be back at the end of this month, and it would be great to stay long enough to see them and to celebrate Geordie’s birthday with them. But we might have to leave in only a couple weeks, depending on the responses from Geordie’s job applications. He’s got a few nibbles, now we’re just waiting for something to take hold.

In the meantime, we’re just taking things easy. After having done more than 300 job applications over the past five months, Geordie deserves a break and a chance to enjoy himself. To ground himself. He’s got so much he wants to do while we’re here, and I’m just happy to be right here with him.