Skiing recently, I took a steep turn in a chute. It was the right turn to make, and I did nothing wrong. And yet, I found myself akimbo. My balance was off and I could feel the inevitability of gravity pulling at my body; urging me to careen down the steep slope. Feeling the hopelessness of the situation, I threw my body into the fall and I tumbled head over heels down the mountain. I somersaulted through a patch of powder and came back up having not misplaced anything, and with no more pain than a back full of snow.
And so it is in my current situation. Despite my best intentions, I've found myself perched precariously on the edge of a cliff. And after sitting for a few days resting awkwardly, I've decided to throw myself wholeheartedly into the unknown, hoping that I come out no worse for the wear.
We're moving to Washington DC within the next two or three months. Wish us luck!