Our Big Move - Moving Cross Country
Hello lovelies and happy Wednesday! I have been meaning to type this post up for quite awhile now but due to all the crazy changes, I haven't been able to blog and update you all. Just in the past couple of months, my life has drastically changed. This year as a whole, has been one for reflection, and so much growth. Just three weeks ago, I became engaged to my best friend (see previous post for our story!) And just two weeks ago, we were given news that would change our lives: We finally got a date, a location, and notice that we would be moving cross country!
As I sit here and type this post, I'm still in total shock. Yesterday was my last day of work here in Maine. I never thought that I would see the day that I would leave Maine, the state that I absolutely love and adore. I never imagined I would be doing such a gutsy, bold move, literally. I'm still in total disbelief at what I'm about to do. I'm about to move cross country, almost 2,000 miles away from the state that I've called home for the last twenty three years. I leave behind my best friends, so many acquaintances, family, and so many memories - good and bad. Making such a big, bold change is definitely scary, but I'm about to flex my courage muscle for sure.
On September 1st, just a week after our engagement, Dustin received the news. He told me in an instant, to put my two weeks in. That we would be moving very soon. That he was being transferred. I instantly froze. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. We were about to make a big, bold, scary move far from everything we ever knew. We were about to start fresh, in one of the biggest cities in the United States. A place we had never been to, but had close friends that lived there. We were turning our goal, of moving and starting our lives anew in a place full of opportunity.
September 1st, our lives had changed. We had a location, a date, and finally a solid plan. In just a few short weeks, we would be packing all of our belongings and driving cross country to: the lone star state, aka Texas. To be more specific, we will be moving to Dallas! One of the biggest cities in the United States. A place full of opportunity, great food, and so many things to do! When I first found out, I wont lie, I was a little worried. Dallas is a VERY BIG place, and there is a lot of crime. But, it comes with the territory of being a very big city. On the upside of things, I was so very excited to say goodbye to harsh Maine winters, and buy a ton of cute dresses/shorts.
Dustin and I have never been anywhere on the south/west coast, so we're very excited to be given this opportunity. I've never been to Texas in my life, but from what I know through friends and close family, I'm not too worried. I have no clue how long Dustin and I will be living in Texas. Hell, I don't even know if we're going to like it. But this is an opportunity that I would never pass up. How could anyone say no to moving cross country? To a beautiful, new experience? I couldn't.
For months, I felt a mix of emotions. I was scared. Scared of going somewhere and hating it. I was worried. Worried I was making the worst decision of my life. But then I was happy, and excited. Happy because I was given a chance to see a new place, and share a big life experience with my best friend. Excited to bust out of my comfort zone and travel, and see more of the world. Life is all about taking chances, and spreading your wings. In this moment I'm ready for whatever comes my way.
Regardless if we love or hate Texas, it's going to be one hell of an experience, and that's what life is all about.
On September 11th, I said goodbye to my fiance. He drove out to Dallas, signed the lease to our new apartment, and set up our new home. We barely had any time to find a home for the next eleven months, but we managed to secure an amazing apartment, in a gated community, with amazing amenities. Tomorrow he is flying home, and then on September 17th we will be driving cross country to our new home in Dallas. For the next few days I will be packing my belongings, visiting with family, and preparing to leave Maine. As bittersweet as this move is, I'm ready to spread my wings. Whatever happens in the next few days, months, all I can say is: come what may.