We've lived in Atlanta for almost seven years now, arriving back in 2007 in the middle of a southern summer, with a toddler and baby who couldn't even crawl, thrilled to be escaping my in-laws' house for one of our very own.
Now there are four kids, with needs beyond what can be offered to them here. The schools we like and believe are best for our children cost money, and the choice between kindergarten and college, well, seems a bit ridiculous.
My work (and the opportunity for more) takes me more frequently to New York these days, most of which by my own choice, but some of it because that's where it has to be.
And the siren call of dear friends and some dear family, and let's be honest, the ability to drop them off for an evening while I go drink coffee and breathe is too great, especially as my kids get older.
So we're off, driving in the opposite direction that we did almost exactly seven years ago. This time to our own home. Closer to friends, family, and the Liberty Bell.