Well, here goes...
It’s time to answer some questions and say, “yes, we are moving.” Dave and I have decided to say goodbye to Philadelphia and move south... the deep south. New Orleans will be our new home this time next year. Why New Orleans? It was a hard sell actually, for me. Dave fell in love with the city the first time he went there back in 2004. It grew on me over the years to the point that now it’s our preferred destination when we travel. 2010 has been a year of many changes for both of us... and will continue to be. It’s not easy to leave a place you consider home, and that’s just what Philly has become for me since I moved here in 1990. I came out here, I met my husband, I’ve had many careers, many loves, many highs & lows, and many great times with all the great friends I’ve met along the way. We don’t leave without a sense of loss, but for both of us the draw of something new and different is too great. Who knows what the future will bring, but it’s time to do something else.
So this means two things... one more Turkey Sandwich Party the likes of which Bonaparte House has never seen. (Mark your calendars for the weekend before Thanksgiving 2010.) And one more of Dave’s greatest loves of Christmas time... the 12 ft Christmas tree will grace the front windows one last time.
But it’s the end of May right now and there is a lot of planning to do, many things to finish, many things to wrap up and to end. As I said above it’s a sad thing to say goodbye to all the great people who have come into our lives in the past 20 some-odd years, but we’re going to use this time to truly take advantage of you all. (Ummm, that didn’t sound right) To … celebrate the great city we are leaving behind and to also celebrate our future, your future... and the great unknown.
And yes, Dave is ALREADY starting to plan for the parties this fall.
And I'm going to document the entire process here... for better or for worse. But no matter what I say, as Dave likes to remind me "he signed a piece of paper and now we're married" so he's not going to get rid of me over it. (If you've never read the story about our wedding, you can read "Straight Outta Compton" here.
