I snuck away.
For four months.
To a cute room, walk-in closet and bathroom.
On the bottom floor of a brand new home in a community at the base of the foothills.
To take my last two undergraduate classes.
And be a live-in nanny for a Christian family.
They prefer "au pair".
I laugh, because there is nothing blonde, au-pair-esque or Swedish about me.
The past seven days have been great.
Minus the shin splints I had in high school returning with a vengeance.
But I've become an expert in the art of KT taping over the last few days, so fear not.
That's where I am, folks.
Probably be going back and forth from here to home for the next 4 months, because you can't keep this girl away from her roots.
Or her friends.