When change is hard.
This is me smiling and thriving in this flowy top. And this is also me dumping out all of my Wednesday thoughts... *insert shrugging my shoulders emoji & also probably the monkey covering his eyes emoji.*
We're getting closer to the move, and I'm getting more attached by the minute to this place. Change is usually a welcomed kind of adventure. And 10 months ago when we said "YES" to Mississippi, packed up and moved to a town we'd never heard of and into an apartment we'd never seen, it was easy. It was a breath of fresh air we didn't know we needed, and it quickly became our safe haven. This little Clinton, Mississippi. Here marriage is sweet, work is sweet, people are sweet.
And now it's time again. Almost. 8 weeks and 2 days, if I'm going to be that girl on you. To pack up and move to a city we barely know and an apartment we've never seen. But this time my heart is slow to get on board. To be ready for the "new" all over. Because I like this bubble of ours and for the first time ever, "change" doesn't seem so glamorous. But I'll get there, because there's no doubt in my mind that it's exactly where we're supposed to go (note: the years and years of prayer surrounding Dental School). I guess I'll just have to be OK with being the sad one this time around, you know?
BRB going to go make a "Pros and (minimal) Cons" list about leaving while I have a glass of wine because there's not much more therapeutic than good list making session.