Twenty Three is a Good Time for Change.
Twenty three years ago, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. And today, I've got nothing but hope in my heart.
During the course of the last three years, Chris and I have taken steps in our relationship to become a family, going from "boyfriend and girlfriend" to "husband and wife," and becoming the Sparlings (or the Sparklings or Spauldings or Sparrings ... pick your favorite mangled version). And we have hopes to even out the cat:human ratio in our home in the coming year, now that my numbers are in range.
Living here in Connecticut has been a very interesting experience, and I've loved working at dLife. I absolutely love my coworkers and I know that this kind of team could never, ever be duplicated. We've gone through a lot together, as a team, and I feel that these fabulous women are not just working alongside me every day, but they are also my friends. (I mean, they danced at my wedding, for crying out loud!)
I've also loved living somewhere new and having easy access to a city like New York. Chris and I have seen so much of the city and have always felt like very thankful tourists. But there's still more to see. And more places to explore.
So now, as a family, we've decided it's time to move forward and explore a new place. We're craving change. Thanks to some tremendous career advances for my husband and the opportunties that are unfolding for him over the next few months, and thanks to the opportunities that SUM and dLife have opened up for me since I started blogging in 2005, we're on the move once more. At the end of the month, I'll be leaving my current position at dLife and taking on a consulting role with the company. I'm also broadening my freelance and consulting career to include other opportunities, and I'm really excited about where the next few months will take me. Where they'll take my family.
I'm so ready for this.
My handsome husband and I are bidding Connecticut a fond farewell and heading up towards the Boston area to embrace a new chapter in our lives. We're sad to go, on some levels, but thrilled to move onward and upward. It's time, and we're excited to see what's next!!!
Thanks for all of your continued support. It means the world to me. Now I'm looking forward to seeing if Siah is too fat to shove into her cat carrier. (It may be time for a bigger one, judging by her potbelly.)