It's hard to believe that we've been living in Macon for six months. I'm not sure where the time has gone. This move has surprised me in more ways than I could imagine and I'm glad we took a leap in deciding to move here.
I can honestly say I love living here. I am shocked by this more than anyone else. I'll never forget when my husband was applying for AUSA jobs all across the nation (we're talking San Antonio to Detroit to Chicago to DC and everywhere in between), and I had a conversation with one of my best girlfriends about a potential move. I distinctly remember saying to her that I'll follow him anywhere, but I really hope we don't wind up in Macon. I would have rather moved to Fargo, North Dakota (yes, he did apply there) than 90 miles South to such a small town in Middle Georgia. And yet, here we are. How funny life can be.
I didn't think I'd like a smaller town, but it suits me. I enjoy running into people when I'm out and about. I like getting to the boys' school in less than 5 minutes and to my job in just a few more. I love downtown Macon and the beautiful old buildings. I love our neighborhood and our neighbors who let me borrow cat food or powdered sugar when I run out at the most inopportune time and who will watch our animals when we go away for the weekend. But above all, I love the time that I have gotten back in my daily routine. I have more time with my family since all four of us are back home by 5:30 every day. It is such a blessing.
Lukas has turned into a sweet, silly, funny, transformers-loving and intense 4 year old. He is thriving in his school here and his brain is still in that sponge-state where he absorbs everything. I'm proud of his lack of nerves as he walks into a room of kids he doesn't even know. (Makes you wonder when we lose that confidence.) He has no problem making friends and loves talking to anyone who will listen! I have loved watching him play tee ball for the first time this season - especially as he dives/frog-jumps to try to catch a ball or sits down in the outfield to dig for roly polys. He's helping me remember it's not about the outcome, it's about the journey.
Julian is 20 months old this week and he is a pistol. He is all boy and loves doing anything dangerous. If you tell him no, he just looks at you with his big mischievous smile and laughs loudly as he continues to do the thing he has been told not to do. His vocabulary is blowing up these days and I'm loving his little voice. He loves all things Thomas the Train (or "NuNu" as he calls him) and he's also got a strong preference for Bumblebee and Optimus thanks to big brother's Rescue-bot collection. Speaking of Lukas, he loves his big brother and copies everything Lukas does. He's my little peanut who can usually be found running around the house screaming, dancing to whatever tunes are playing or climbing on the furniture.
Mr. Cob loves his job and he's doing a great job. I'm so proud of him and feel lucky to be his wife. We make a good team. I could gush on and on, but I'll spare y'all a love note.
As for me, I'm doing really good. I haven't had a panic attack since December! I've had one flare of heart-racing that quickly went away, but I feel like it's under control. I'm not sure if it is the natural supplements I'm taking or the Xanax I now carry in my purse at all times or the endorphins from working out (perhaps a combination?), but I feel good these days. I've finally lost all the baby weight too, which is a positive after over a year and half of failing to get there. I'm still not certain what will happen with my legal job, but I'm excited about my side passion project with Beautycounter. I believe in the products and the mission and really want to help people see that everything we put in and ON our bodies makes a difference. It is also good in getting me out of my comfort zone and forcing me to get out there, which is good because I feel like I am finally making some good friends here, which is perhaps the hardest part when you move to a new place. I'm excited about the friendships I'm building and am also relieved that I've been able to maintain my friendships in Atlanta at the same time. It just requires some effort and time.
Maybe it's the sun shining outside or the fact that my husband doesn't need knee surgery like we thought he might, but things are feeling good. I'm happy we made this move even though it was so scary at first. So just remember that even if something frightens you, it might just be the best thing for you.
Whooooo-hoooooooo, Macon!!!!
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