Dear everyone,

I wish I were a baking goddess who always wore floral-print sun dresses and high heels. I would wear frilly aprons whenever I cooked, and somehow never have to do dishes. Dirty dishes simply don't exist. Basically I wish I were a slightly younger version of June Cleaver. Oh no, Donna Reed is who I want to be. Beautiful and capably domestic.

Our moving date is coming up so soon, and I feel terrified of it, more often than not. It's not that I don't want change, or that I'm not looking forward to some of things that are coming. I am. But I am so comfortable with how things are now, and our next step is, I feel, another transitioning step. We are not completely done with school, and we are not moving into our house with a yard. We can't yet get a dog or start a family. If things must change, I wish that that were the change. I wish we were at the part of our lives where we could settle down.

But I must be thankful. I have so many things to be thankful for, and this will be an exciting part of our lives, and one that I will fondly look back upon, I am sure, when I am holding crying babies in the middle of the night, wishing for sleep.

I must muster my wits, to paraphrase Shakespeare, and also muster some enthusiasm! And perhaps try baking in heels. Maybe that would invoke the calm domesticity of Mrs. Cleaver.