I feel like a lot has been going on lately, and we should talk about it, cause life is EXCITING and also TERRIBLE at the same time… (It’s only terrible because I’m still emotional about the Mac & Cheetos ordeal. They still haven’t brought them back. Hurt.)

First, We are coming home this weekend!!
What? Jealous! Why didn’t you tell me? Blah, Blah, Blah. This trip is strictly family time. I am going to be completely honest here, and people aren’t going to be pleased with this, but sometimes it’s not fun to come home when you’re not home a lot. Think about it. We have Dylan’s family, Dylan’s friends, Dylan’s old co-workers, my family, my friends, my old co-workers, and they ALL want to see us. It’s really stressful. It’s also hard because Dylan’s hub of people and my hub of people are about an hour apart, making it hard to see everyone. Then we get the three week guilt trip because so & so wasn’t told and got hurt, and it’s all too dramatic that it becomes not even fun to be home. That’s sucky isn’t it? The fact that people guilt us about not spending enough time with them, and then it being seventeen people who do it, makes coming home not so appealing. So we kind of decided to come home and instead of trying to schedule a “group meal” or to leave our family to do a, b, c, d, and e, we’re just cutting it all out. This trip is family city & I’m so excited to be bit by Haley’s hamster & my puppies. (I am so blessed to have people who want to spend time with us, it’s just very hard to make everyone happy, which in turns hurts us because we feel terrible.)

Second, I am doing the coolest thing ever on Monday.
My bucket list doesn’t exist really, but because I got the coolest opportunity EVER, I’m going to create one. (blog post coming soon) On Monday, August 1st, I am going UP IN THE SKY in a HOT AIR BALLOON. What? YES. THIS IS REAL. Nick asked Dylan to do it, and he said “hell no am I going up in a basket where I can DIE”. Then Greg was asked and he said no too. So I jumped up and down and did cartwheels and freaked out for three hours and basically begged Nick so I AM GOING IN THE HOT AIR BALLOON. This is seriously the best thing ever. EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER. Can you tell that I am excited? I’m FREEEEAKING out.

Third, lastly, and MOST importantly, We took the first step.
What step? Operation: Make me a Salisbury. After a year and a half, we are making and taking steps. Friends and Family who “know”, please keep comments off social media until we are ready to share more details. I just can’t believe how much of a weight was lifted off my shoulders when we took the first step. It’s going to take many more steps before the good ol’ leap, but there’s a start!

So yeah, life’s good. work’s good. Dylan’s good. Thursday was good. Byeeeeee.

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