As I am fast approaching my six-month anniversary on arriving in Austin, Texas, I thought it would be a good time to stop and take account of everything.
The last time I wrote about arriving in Texas, it was pretty much a pity party and everyone was invited. Many of you responded to my RSVP request with emails of support, friendly suggestions, and even a few shidduchs for my husband with his job search.
So here I am, almost six months later. I do not cry myself to sleep, nor do I think of New York every second of every day (although, I still do think of it often, very often). I mourned the loss of the only place I ever felt at home, slogged through the grief, and am proud to say emerged on the other side just fine.
