ROM stands for Restriction Of Movement, a military term for locked up for two weeks to make sure you don’t infect your new surroundings with COVID. Don’t worry, I hate that I used a military abbreviation too but I couldn’t pass up the rhyme.

For the past 8 months, give or take some fun times, I’ve been swimming, almost drowning, in adulthood. I started my final semester in graduate school off pregnant with my second child, my first son under two years old, my husband gone for the greater part of the semester (and pregnancy), and gearing our family up for a move to Japan. I finished up the semester with an extension on my last assignment to allow myself a week of recovery after giving birth the same week as finals. The next month our house was packed and we’ve been living out of suitcases since (about 3 months). Since then we’ve left our home in North Carolina, drove to Texas to stay with my in-laws for close to a month before driving the rest of the way to Seattle, WA to make our flight to Okinawa, Japan. All with a toddler, an infant, and two dogs in tow.

Quarantine Quarters

So here I find myself, in quarantine after flying halfway around the world, with loads of adventures behind me and even more ahead of me. What a good place and time to start a blog, right?

At least to recount my tales, my world travels, some motherhood antidotes, and perhaps a book list or a few. For friends and family, an acquaintance or two. Maybe I’ll have something valuable enough to say and this blog will become something more (a girl can dream).

But don’t worry mom, dad, and mostly husband, I won’t quit my day job [hunt] just yet.