I have a scar on my left hand that was the result of deep cut that happened a year ago. At the time I received the injury, I was sure that the scar would be visible for years and years. This morning, I looked down at it and could barely see it. Then I realized this was my battle scar from our moving weekend…one year ago tomorrow. This scar will always be linked to one of the toughest decisions of my life.
Everyone told me that time would fly by; I was sure it would stand still. It feels like it all took place yesterday, yet the decision seems so much easier today than I remember it feeling. People told me that sometimes you have to take a step backward to move two steps ahead; All I thought about was how hard I had worked to get to that point in my life and how it would killed me to loose it all.
Flash forward 12 months and I never imagined my life would be this good. I am watching my nieces grow up right in front of my eyes. We are closer to our families than we have ever been. We are reminded everyday how blessed we are. Jeff will have been unemployed for a year as of May and I love that we have had very little stress about it. This is the first time in my whole life I haven’t been worried about money. We are not able to travel as much as we are used to and we have to watch where we spend our money more than ever before. But after the bills are paid we still have a little left over for pizza if we want to indulge : ). With all of that being said, we still can’t wait to move and start the next phase of our life. But, we have come to accept and are okay with the time its taking to complete that goal.
We have falling right back inline with the country life we grew up in and fought to get out of. We have learned that it's not about where you are from that makes you who you are, but what you've taken from that place and done with it. We still can’t stand the town we live in, and it still hasn’t earned the right be called our “hometown”. But, right now, it's our home and we are just fine with that.