Moving Day

Loveland, Colorado
July 6, 2017


...and I am terrified

So I’m listening to Forget Me Not by St. Germain as I write this. It’s kind of fitting that I would be listening to a song with this title considering that I’m about to move halfway across the country lol.

Truth to tell, if there is anything in this world that I hate, it’s not knowing what’s coming down the line. When I was younger, my parents always taught me to aim for stability. Granted, this was taught more from a financial side but I’ve found success applying this to all aspects of my life, and excited as I am to move to Colorado, I have no idea what’s coming down the pipe.

I guess this raises the question of why I’m moving in the first place. Honestly, there’s a whole host of reasons and I guess a lot of it comes from Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad’s deaths hit me really hard, which I imagine that’s the case for anyone, but to lose them both in such a short amount of time just sucks. I always imagined that Mom and Dad would see me go on to start a family of my own and have children and so on. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what life would be like if they were still alive.

Another reason I left was to start over. I gave up the entirety of my 20’s to a job I hated. This left virtually no time for dating/romance because what sane person would date someone who works all 3 shifts in a 1 week period? I wouldn’t. I’d grown up in Kentucky, lived here for 22 years but even if it’s only temporary, I want to move on to something else, try my hand somewhere else and see where life takes me.

Maybe it will all work out in the end, or maybe I will end up back in Lexington. Who knows.