The weekend. Oh. The. Weekend. Last week as parents picked up their babies, several asked politely, “Plans for New Year’s?”

“Yep. Flight to Pittsburgh.”

“Cool! To do what?”

“To visit my… um… someone.” (because there are no terms that are appropriate.)

So I went to see Tyler and at the last moment, stars aligned and he needed to move to his new place  in Philadelphia. So move we did. Oh, we moved. We packed and we moved and I slept in the back of a truck like the ever-so-helpful driving companion that I am.

You guys, his place is so freakin cute I can hardly stand it.

Just look at us. Standing on the sidewalk of the most adorable, family-friendly neighborhood in Philly. Looking like we are the kind of people that make breakfast for each other on Saturdays and swing by the other’s workplace to drop off dinner because they are working late on a Thursday night. HA! We are actually the kind of people that throw down 500 bucks to help the other move their stuff across-state and then say “Well, see ya in March, maybe?” “Sounds good.” But you know, that’s just how things go.

While there…

I saw snow.

I ate an insane burger that claimed the top spot in my category of “Make Your Own Burger.” (I have a running list of Best Burgers, broken down by categories. And you think I’m kidding.)

The weekend was worth every flight, every piece of furniture, every sore muscle, every pound I gained from that single burger and even that lost piece of luggage. Because I got to put an outrageous year behind me and celebrate New Year’s with people I deeply care about. And that’s the perfect way to start a new year.