So much has changed in my life in the past few months that I don’t even know where to start:
I stopped working, for the first time in my life, bought a home with my husband, moved out of the city, had a baby. Family has come and gone for the birth of our adorable daughter, and now… quiet.
I am home alone, I do not know how to drive yet, I know no one where I am, and the isolation is killing me… My husband comes home so late every night to pay for our mortgage and bills. Still sore from the delivery of my baby girl, I pretty much feel stranded in my own, new (albeit unrenovated) 1924 colonial… God, what have I gotten myself into?
This morning, I was just thinking, as my in-laws’ taxi cab disappeared at the end of the road, heading for the airport, that I must reinvent myself if I am to be happy and fulfilled here. If only I knew where to even start.
