Moving on… again

moving on

Childhood memories. I have many fond ones, with friends, family members. When I go visit my family still there, I point out the high school I graduated from, the football field I cheered on, the printer we dropped off the paper at each month. We visit favorite places to eat, take the kids to the playground I frequented when I was young. Often we meet up with old friends for dinner or drinks, and laugh at some of our past antics. They love to reminisce, and most either returned or planned to return- this place was where they were meant to be.

For me, while I enjoyed my family and friends growing up, it just wasn’t for me. I had plans to leave for college at 18, and that’s exactly what I did.

Once I met my husband, I didn’t imagine we would leave this place. When a work opportunity came up and we moved to Utah, it was always to be temporary, never long-term. We didn’t imagine staying there forever, and were thrilled when we returned home.

Just as we thought we were settling in and welcomed our second child, we went ahead and moved again

That move, which we thought would be brief and temporary, turned into three moves. We spent a year in Florida (which, okay, wasn’t that hard when we could spend weekends at the beach…), another year in Virginia, and topped it all of with a year in Alaska.

Sigh. Alaska.

Through it all, the fun times, the tough times, the going-to-lose-my-mind times, one thing remained constant: all of this travel would eventually lead us back home.

Back to Georgia. Neither of us grew up here, but we met here. We fell in love here. All three of our babies have been born here.

It’s the place we love. The community we adore. Friends we cherish. Memories we’ll hold close to our hearts for the rest of our lives.

Because now? This place will become a memory as our promise of “home” has vanished. Instead, we will be leaving this place once again. Except this time, it won’t be temporary. This time? It will be forever.

And my heart keeps breaking.

We are headed out west this time! Our next adventure is taking us to Dallas/Fort Worth Texas. I’ve never been, so I’m hoping it’s amazing. I figure that at least it’s in the south… if a different south. We’re so lucky for opportunities even when they challenge us deeply- so here’s to some seriously fabulous pink cowgirl boots. 

For my daughter of course. Ahem.


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  1. says

    I’m sorry your heart is breaking. There are a lot of awesome bloggers that live in that area. They may he able to help point you to some great neighborhoods and such. I hope that the move brings many wonderful times into your future and that I get to see your daughter in those cute, pink, cowboy boots on Instagram. :-) xo
    Also, please let me know if there is anything I can do to help during the transition.
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  2. says

    I saw you posts about this over the past week and I remembered how happy you were when you were able to go “home” after living in Alaska. I am so sad for you. I know that in the end the move will turn out to be great for you and your family and you all will do great things in Texas, but I can’t imagine what it feels like right now.

    And if it is any consolation I never thought I would end up living where I am living now. I always joke to my husband that he moved me right back to the small town that I “escaped” from in 1991. (We don’t literally live in my hometown – it is actually a different state, but it looks exactly the same!)

    Wow! You are going to be raising cowboys and cowgirls!

  3. says

    Ashley! I don’t know what to say. My heart hurts for you having to leave the place you love but I am excited for this new adventure. I’ve never lived in Texas but it is one of my very favorite places to visit and I’ve always said that if we had to move out of state, that’s where I’d want to go. I know that I’ll be someone who is with you (well from my computer anyway) and praying for you on this adventure. Hugs.
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