I've been keeping a big secret from you, dear readers, and it's time you knew the truth.
If this were Soap Opera Land, there'd be about three seconds of tense music, tenser stares and then a fade to black for a commercial break. I'm not gonna play you like that.
Here it is: Geoff and I are moving to Tucson, Ariz., where we closed on a brand-new home last week.
No, this is not April 1. This is real. And it's soooooo great!
When Geoff and I went to Tucson in late February/early March, all we were going to do is spend some time with his parents and check out the place. Neither of us knew a house was calling our names. Tucson's home market is sprouting like a teenager at puberty, and we had to take advantage of it. The value of the home we bought -- four bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, two-car garage and new appliances -- went up $4,000. And the concrete hadn't even been poured into the ground!
Obviously, this means the end of our long-distance relationship. But not right away. Geoff will stay in San Francisco for a couple of months to finish things there, though he'll visit often to help get our home in order.
The best thing about this is, obviously, the end of our long-distance relationship. Now, we can begin to enjoy the idiosyncrasies of each other's physical presence and start the new chapters in our lives.
I'll continue to give you updates up to June 3, my last full day in Albuquerque.