Was sitting here, talking with a friend, and realized this was an anniversary weekend of sorts for me. In 2004, this is the weekend I moved out, left my ex, my step children, and started over. Again. I look back on that time as mixed blessings. Moving to Ohio was a big step for me, a good growth period. It was also a very good thing for my children and their education. And I loved and adored my stepchildren -- still do!
In the past eight years now, so many good things have happened in my life. After moving, I transferred to a different BigBox store, and made many good friends there. I was able to get by, get through, and move on to different phases in my life. On a trip west to see my aunt and my folks, when I arrived in Mesa, AZ, I knew this was where I needed to transfer to. Who knew then that it would take a year, that when the pieces fell together, they fell perfectly. And a new journey started.
After moving to the Valley of the Sun, I knew I'd found home. Life hasn't been without trials, but we move through them and keep going. It took two years, and I finally had enough saved to purchase my own home. And I couldn't be happier here! Its small, cozy, and not enough maintenance required to drive a person crazy during off hours.
I couldn't agree more.
But change is also a very scary thing.
Sometimes we need to take little steps;
sometimes we need to take gigantic steps.
Either way, keep moving forward.
If it doesn't work out,
we can always turn around.
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