Here are things that are different:
1. I quit my day job. I hated that job and felt that I never really belonged at that company, so there was no real love lost when I left.
2. I put my kid into a Waldorf school. For those of you who know what Waldorf schools are like, you know what they're like. For those of you who don't: hippies. In the best possible way.
3. The Pirate has come into some money. It's what enabled me to quit work and what will, very soon, enable him to quit work as well. I must admit to being a little nervous about having him at home all the time.
4. To that end, we're buying a slightly larger house. It's one thing to look at your spouse and say "I love you and want to spend all my time with you." It's another thing to mean it. I don't mean it. He can have his own office, and so will I, and mine will have a lock on the door.
5. I'm applying to grad schools.
6. I've been working my cookies off, literally. I've lost ~30 pounds so far, and hope to lose another 40. It's difficult. And sweaty. And I've messed up my hip. But I'm happy about it nonetheless.
I'm thinking that I'm going to be laying on my deathbed and look back to realize that I have had relatively few periods of continuity in my life. My younger sister (the clinical psychologist who insists on being called "Dr." despite the fact that I used to hide her underpants in the mailbox) says that I don't have a single 3-year period in my adult life where I'm living in the same house with the same people and working at the same job. True. True. And with luck, I never will.