Leaving 757 Behind

We've moved. We're in Texas. I'm happy. So this post is a long-winded vent/exploration of how I felt about leaving. This is my "journal" entry that may be of no interest to others, but I need to get out.

After getting engaged, drooling over my ring for a while, and returning home to announce the great news, it was time to get ready for the big move. We'd already closed on the house (from 1600 miles away, might I add), and the date for moving was set for the day after Memorial Day. I had approximately 3 weeks.

I'd like to say that being unemployed for the last month of my life in VA was relaxing and fun. And it was, at times. But let's be real. I've lived in VA my entire life. I went to college 20 minutes away, and most of those years - I commuted. Even the calmest days were splattered with moments of complete confusion and fear.

"Life takes you unexpected places, Love brings you home"

 - in the entryway to my new home

I never envisioned meeting a man and moving away with him. I told myself I'd never leave all I'd ever known, that I'd grow old (maybe alone) in the area I grew up in. Maybe I'd get rich and move to Williamsburg. Maybe I'd live with Grandma forever. I don't know, but moving to Texas wasn't in my "Plan".

Visiting Texas

Now that the events were updated.....

We found out last year that we'd be moving to Texas. In March, we flew down to visit.

Being from green Virginia, this sight from the plane window over Texas was not very welcoming. Neither was the crazy wench two seats over talking about how everyone was going to die because San Angelo is in a drought.

We decided we wanted to buy a house and stop throwing money into renting. So this trip was to find a house to buy. We were pretty much on the same page with what we wanted. At least 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a yard, and a garage. We're pretty easy to please I suppose.