In less than two weeks we pack up our car with clothes and toys and books - enough liveable items for one week and head north. We are officially moving. Moving away from a place that has been my home for 13 years and my husband's home for 27. Moving to a foreign place, a place where the weather changes with every season, the grass is soft and squishy, and the dirt is brown and not red. I am hesitant to put into words how I truly feel about the start of this new journey, maybe because I still haven't faced the reality of leaving this place with all it's familiarity.
I am excited about this change in our lives and do welcome its presence. I have always known I would never stay here in this place, and once I married my husband knew we would leave soon for greater opportunities. I am however anxious about leaving my comfort zone, moving away from my childhood stomping ground, and saying goodbye to the friends who have become my family since I moved away from my own 13 years ago. It is scary and overwhelming and thrilling and blissful all at once.
This is good for us. This is what we need. This is an opportunity of a lifetime. I embrace this change in our lives and look forward to the next chapter unfolding in a new place, a foreign place, a place that will become home.
A Change is a Comin
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