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There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the sun. A time to plant, and a time to uproot.  - Ecclesiastes 3:1, 2a 

A picture of our office in Massachusetts popped up on Apartment Therapy last week. The funny thing is that when I saw it, I got homesick.

I do believe we made the right decision for our family and for our business and for some new opportunities that have presented themselves, but knowing how much we loved living in Boston, I'm still hit with pangs of doubt. Marianna misses it. I miss it. But like everything else in life, there are seasons. That was a great one. In which we got married. Made lifelong friends. Shoveled snow together and fought through challenges and started a business.

It was tough to leave. It is tough to be here. Each day that light grows dimmer. But it isn't, and hopefully won't be, ever snuffed out.

I've prayed about it and am trusting that this place is where we should be to raise our kid. I see this picture here, of my wife and of our little house in the North, far away from family, and think fondly of our time together as just the two of us. Of us being happy. Of dinner with our couple friends. But that isn't where we are now. We're three. And we're here. Closer to family yet without the friends we'd spent years getting to know. It's hard.

Just being honest with y'all.