making a move

Quite literally. To California. Across the United States. What!

I’ve been waking up every day waiting for that unfamiliar feeling of where am I, to happen. I feel as if it should have happened by now, and that I should feel so turned around and overwhelmed. You see, I grew up in Omaha, NE and only moved once in my life to a different area of Omaha to ensure that we were in a safer neighborhood. I went to tiny grade schools and wore a uniform every day for nine years of my life, eating the exact same lunch I made for school every day. I did not waver in my routine.  

I have been trying to figure out how the heck I got here and how I am not stunned by this change. Maybe it was going to a huge high school (from 18 in my class in middle school to over 2,500 in the whole school) where I no longer could just throw a uniform on anymore.  And to make things worse…I knew no one. I had to find somewhere to sit at lunch and make friends from scratch. Maybe moving a city over to finish college helped me. I was finally moved out and on my own for making decisions, friends and dinners! Luckily, I lived with friends and most of my high school friends went to the same college. But it was so dang hard to be away from my family like this for the first time. I couldn’t just walk upstairs to an already made, home cooked dinner.  

Still I know all these things were small shifts that all led me to now and helped me move states away from my family. Even more than that, John has made everything so comfortable and easy for me. He found the apartment all by himself and helped me move my things out with us. Every day is so weird/different/amazing because we are sharing this together. I am so excited for this new chapter, this adventure and this life with my cutie! I am a lucky one.

John and I moved out to California December 26th