Jon and I were living in downtown Chicago when his job relocated him to rural Wisconsin. When he told me where his new office was located, we had to pull out a map to find the town (population of 2,000), and we quickly realized that we were headed for adventure. Luckily, the two of us are always game, so I quit my job, bought some boots, and jumped in his truck (or jeep to be exact).
Lucky us, developers had just started working on some new apartments 45 minutes from his office (the nearest town). We decided we wanted to move in, but they weren’t going to be ready for a couple months, so we settled into a little house on Omaha Street.
Tomorrow, however, our new apartment is finally ready, and I couldn’t be more excited to move into the new home with my sweethearts.
Jon thanked me this morning for willingly following him from the city to the county, from the house to the apartment. I responded that I would follow him to the stars, and I reminded him that HE, not an address, will always be my home.
Later today, I found this Rob Ryan print that perfectly expresses how I feel, and so I thought I would post: