Two decades and some ago, I wanted to move to Northern Virginia. Didn’t, for reasons which I won’t go into other than to say I suddenly found it a better idea to head another direction.
Believe me, the irony or whatever-you can-call-it of our winding up here is not lost on me at all.
So, we’re here. Sort of. And earlier than we had intended to be this summer, which has … yeah, it’s been stressful. Still is, but at least now we can see the end of the armadillo tunnel.