In the beginning...

For years my husband and I have wanted to do something interesting with our lives.  We love to travel, try new food, explore new cultures, meet new people,etc. Our dreams and imaginations have always been bigger than our checkbook balances and other realities, so we've satisfied ourselves with foreign movies, the occasional vacation, tons of books, and hours of daydreams.

Eventually, we became dissatisified with living vicariously through books and film.  We grew bored of daydreams and pretend plans.  By the time our daughter was born we worried that we may not be the best examples of how to live the life you've always wanted.  After all, we want her to follow her dreams and not be afraid of the occasional risk.  Shouldn't we do the same thing?  So, while people in their mid-thirties with comfortable jobs and new babies are concentrating on settling down and establishing themselves, we decide to quit our jobs, sell some possessions, and move away to try a new life.
So, where are we?

The "Big D", Dallas, Texas! My husband is in grad school working on <ahem> a third master's degree in preparation for a doctoral program. I have a lovely new job. And we are working on transitioning ourselves from the sleepy Georgia town we left to DFW metroplex, home to over 6 million people.

In order to get here, we've refined our skills of resourcefulness, frugality, and perservance.  But, the adventure truly begins as we begin to make a home in this massive place.  Texas is, after all, "like a whole 'nother country."