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It's official. We are going to be Wisconsinites by the end of 2014! We are in the process of purchasing a home in the Milwaukee area and couldn't be happier to be so close to family and friends again.

In 2008, after seeing my frustration with my job search, Porch convinced me to expand my search radius to include Chicago. He was already here and I was spending every weekend here so I took the bait and started sending in my resume to places in the city. I found a job right away (with my current employer) and moved down to start my job. Porch & I knew we would end up married and the longstanding agreement was that we would live in the city until we were ready for children. I despised Illinois and wanted the experience of living here but couldn't see how it would ever be home.

I was so wrong. I blossomed. I became an early childhood warrior. My career has been amazing and I think much of that is because of the resources and networking available here in the city (also my work ethic, but that's another story).

Our journey to children was a long one. It took almost 4 years and as our daughter was brewing, I wasn't sure I wanted to leave. I wanted to raise her as an urban baby.

I was so wrong. I miss family. I want my daughter to see her family socially and not just for long weekends. I want her to have meaningful relationships with her Wisconsin family. And so, much like my decision to open my search to Chicago, this month, I opened my search to Wisconsin.

The jobs are secured.
The child care is (mostly) secured.
The house has an accepted offer.

It's time.
Just like Porch and I planned all those years ago (hey, it feels like a really long time), it's time for us to go home and raise our little family.

I feel so fortunate that we've had such a great experience in Chicago and that we're able to leave and head to another great opportunity. I'm excited and terrified all at once.

On to our next big adventure (and more frickin' packing)....

Xo
Mrs. Porch

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