Leaving on a Jet Plane

Guest post from: Kent Lara

"I’m leaving on a jet plane; I don’t know when I’ll be back again” was stuck in my mind all last week. As we moved our life across the country to California it kept running through my mind. I flew but my husband and his brother packed all our belongings into an old dirty moving truck and drove three days from our old house to our new one. No thank you to a cross-country drive- not for this girl who gets carsick going to the grocery store! The move really will be a good thing and I have always considered myself to have an adventurous spirit. So what could be more adventurous than leaving where my husband and I grew up and moving to the complete opposite side of the country? My husband got a promotion so we needed to move closer to the corporate office. Unfortunately, he will be traveling a lot more too. Because of this, we decided we needed to look into San Francisco adt security. I think I will feel safer at night and my husband said it will make him feel better about me being alone in our new home. I'm looking forward to exploring our new town!