Oh shoot, this could get messy. Only because it's 8:50 pm, which for me is the equivalent of either being 2 am or drunk. Add that to the fact that I'm perioding so much these days- which swings me from being enraged one day to crying about a dead bee the next- that I'm mildly convinced I'm menopausing at the mature age of 32. And I may not argue against this sentence if it means no more periods and no more IUDs.
You see how I'm rambling??? I think I'm stalling...
So here it is--
I'm moving. We're moving.
From the place where, nearly 8 years ago, I declared the only way I would leave is kicking and screaming.
I love LA- the weather, the people, the beach, mix in a straight shot of Californication and it's my paradise.
I have some of the best friends a girl could ask for.
Yes, I know I know-- I'll meet new great people.
But I've got a lot of work invested in these friendships and I don't want to replace them.
I want these friendships.
Inevitably distance changes relationships.
And that kinda makes my eyes fill up.
Scratch that-- I'm crying.
How sappy do I get on here? Do I tell you how I feel like these girls have helped me find myself? Like the best version of myself? Or how they've let me whine and vent and never judged me? Or how they've become family to me? Or how they've supported my crazy shenanigans all in the name of having "fun"?
I know I'll meet new people, but there's part of me that doesn't want to. And at
2 am 9 pm that part of me seems to be the winning part.
And in the same breath, I have to confess....
I'm excited. I have this isolated memory of when Yosh and I had recently moved to California and I was laying in bed next to my sleeping husband. The night was quiet, the darkness was heavy and I felt the truth of our situation...that we were alone. That it was me and him against the world. We didn't have friends, we didn't have family, we didn't have anything familiar. It was just us- sink or swim, baby. And we got to flailing our little arms and legs and figured it out, figured us out. We swam. Like champs.
And I can feel that memory foreshadowing what's to come for our now family of six. Where we'll only have each other, crusading a new adventure with our family stamp on it, taking on the challenge to sink or swim. As we go through waves of unfamiliarity, loneliness, wishing for what we had before, we'll be doing it together. Just us. No friends, no family, no crutches. It'll make our little family stronger.
Adventure has always made my heart stir. Running away has always been a sweet temptation. So here we go!
And to boot, I can't imagine getting to see the majority of our paycheck reach the bank accounts...what will I do with all this extra money?!! Everything is bigger in Texas...except the taxes! Yea baby!
So there it is. Sometime this summer it's good bye LA, hello Austin.