The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of farewell drinks, packing up our apartment, finishing my job and organising everything to get ready to move to the other side of the world and today I'm finally jumping on a plane to join my husband in NYC.
(Seriously, those words still seem insane no matter how many times I say them)
To be honest, it's been crazy and chaotic -- and at times sad with having to say goodbye to everyone we hold dear -- but it has also been a time so full of love and support by those who care for us. I want to say I'm ridiculously excited about being in NYC -- but to be honest, I just want to be sitting next to my husband with a glass of champagne while his hand is wrapped around mine. Because after being apart for more than a month I know that home for me isn't where I was born or where I have lived the longest -- it's wherever he is, wherever we are together, no matter where that is in this crazy, wonderful world.