Well, we aren’t Texans anymore! After much thought and reflection we decided to move to Florida.
My 2019 started out with my daughter being hospitalized for a few days, then my grandfather for a week, getting passed over for a promotion again, dropping out of my second to last class, and also finding out someone I cared for deeply had been lying to me about…well, everything. It was evident the universe was speaking to me and saying CHANGE IS NEEDED. Sometimes I’m stubborn and need a “push” when I don’t fully accept being “nudged” by the events in life.
We invested in a cute, little house in a secluded neighborhood on the bay just a short 10 minutes from my favorite beach. My first day watching the sunrise on the water with a coffee in my hand just made some of the worries of life melt away.
My girls are happy and have already adjusted to our new life. However, I am still adapting in a plethora of ways. So many changes…and feeling so lonesome in a house that I’m never alone in. Fighting off pangs of memories, trying to not regret the past, and desperately running from thoughts of “it’s so unfair”. I feel like I’m walking through the rain looking for a glimmer of a rainbow to bring hope of sunshine to warm my wary soul.
The move is done and we’re disorganized, but unpacked. We are getting into a groove and beginning our new adventure. I don’t know what the year will bring, but I’m positive this was the right decision for all of us. Our comfort zones can overpower and stifle opportunities in our lives when we aren’t looking. So I’ve taken a plunge – head first – into this new salt life. May it be everything we need.