It's Not You, It's Me.

 This post has been sitting in my drafts folder for over a week. Tempting me to publish it, but something kept stopping me...until this morning. I'm sure you've noticed the week or so of silence so I might as well come on out with it.

This little fling between me and the blog has officially come to an end. I've been putting it off for a while but the time has come. Today is the day I'm "breaking up" with Pack n' Play.*gasp*

There I've said it. 

This tiny corner of the Internet I've called my own for the past few years has been so good to me. It's allowed me to share my life with friends and family, it's made me friends I would have otherwise never met. But lately the blog and I have just been drifting apart, going in different directions ya know?  So it's just time for me to face the facts and move on.

Now I won't be completely disappearing. I'll still be reading and commenting on all of you wonderful blogs and maybe just maybe someday some new bloggish thing will emerge from the ashes. But for now I'll be signing off.

Thank you all so much for reading, commenting and partaking in Pack n' Play. And thank you for taking this journey to "adulthood" with me, it's certainly far from over that much I know.

Friday Dance: 100 Yard Dash.

Lately I've been feeling like I've been running a hundred yard dash with the finish line being just out of my grasp! But I know it's closer than I think.

I drove home from New York last night and I'm off to Philadelphia this weekend. It's a quick turnaround but I have Monday off and so does MD so I won't complain.

How are you spending your long weekend?

Good Morning New York.

I woke up this morning to seven and a half inches of snow blanketing Mt. Kisco, NY. What are you waking up to?

One of the hardest parts when I decided to take my new job was knowing that for three months I would be on the road. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a homebody, a creature of habit. It was a big step for me to make the decision to be away from my comfort zone for so long. 

Right now I'm almost half way through my travel season. I'm not going to lie a few weeks in I had a major break down; sobbing in my hotel room on the phone to Geoff wishing that I could go home. But I didn't and since then it's gotten easier...sort of. I'm not sure living out of a suit case will ever be fun, but getting to see so many new places is. 

One thing that I can get used to, that feeling right before I walk into my apartment after a being away seeing Geoff; and seeing how excited he is to see me makes it even that much better. As cheesy as it sounds distance does seem to make the heart grow fonder. 

I know that whole paragraph was super mushy, sorry! I'm going to blame it on the snowy weather making me wish I had someone to cuddle up with. Soon enough, soon enough.

 

Pleasantville.

Eating out solo experience number two was a piece of cake. I've always had a sweet spot for diners and that counter had my name on it; as did the Village Bookstore down the street. Pleasantville was indeed pleasant.