Three years ago today I made the almost two hour drive to the airport in Connecticut, took a four hour plane ride to Dallas, and 30 minute drive to my new home in Plano, Texas. I remember in the days prior to flying out meeting with high school friends, coworkers, and forever friends to say goodbye. I remember standing at the airport in front of a Dunkin’ Donuts kiosk trying so hard not to bawl saying goodbye to my oldest friend, Jenn and second mom, Nancy. I cried throughout the whole four hour plane ride and listened to the playlist I made that reminded me of home. I’m sure I looked like a hot mess ya’ll. It was the scariest decision I’ve ever made but one that I’m so thankful I did. I’ve grown so much in the past three years through difficult experiences of rejection with job searches, adventures in learning a completely different job that’s turned into a career in finance, to heartbreak with family and friends, to joy/fear/excitement when meeting my now husband. I wouldn’t change any tough moment of tears or any celebration of laughter to get to me where I am today.
God has been the one constant in my life through this time and for that I am forever thankful. He was there when I would cry myself to sleep at night over missing home. He was there when I found a church and group of friends who welcomed me. He was there when I would ask where is the man you have for me? He was there when I was so thankful I was able to move into my very own apartment. He was there when I looked back at how far I’d come in just one year, two years, and now three. I can’t imagine what my life would be like back in Connecticut. I know I’d be freezing my buns off in this horrible snow and spending my summers at the beach. But what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know what kind of person I’d be. I don’t know what my relationship with God would look like. I don’t know what type of job I’d have, if I would have found a husband, or if I would be as happy and joyful as I am today.
Risks are hard, and trust me when I tell you I’m the least risky person you’ll meet. I like plans and take comfort in knowing what’s going to happen tomorrow, next weekend, next month, etc. But moving halfway across the country was the most risky thing I’ve ever done and God’s biggest blessing in my life. I mean hello, I met my smoking hot husband here, found a church that supports our brokenness, and have strengthened relationships with my family I never would have been able to grow living so far away.
I miss my home in Connecticut so much and when Jenn gets married in April we’re going back there. Ronnie will finally get to see where I grew up, the trees (!), and ocean. I can’t wait to experience it with him and tell him all the stories that pop up in my memory as we drive around. I love Texas and it is my home now, but Connecticut will always have a special place in my heart.
Here are a few highlights over the past three years:
What are you thankful for this Thursday?