I'm moving this week. In many ways, I've already moved. The past 7ish months, life has delivered a wonderful relationship and life. But I do feel the need to recognize and honor, rather than, say, lament, for what my life has been in my 1940s apartment in Charlotte the past two years.
I'm 31, not old but no longer a youth. This spot in the world I'm moving from has proven to be the best combination of city-living, single gal independence, and just a plain fun for such a time as these past few years. I've been able to walk out my front door and do everything from sit in the park to hit my favorite Irish bar for a Guinness to a grocery run all within about a 10-minute walk. I've seen the "train" come into operation just 4-blocks away. I've experienced my first 5k where I walked to and from the finish line. I've hosted a few guests in tight quarters and just enjoyed being "me" in the city. I've truly loved my time here for almost two years and my time in Charlotte for what is going on 10 years. A place I once thought I would live, learn, and move on from within two years or so became "my town" during some blessed formative years of my life. Despite how long I've been here, I still don't consider it home. I've always struggled with the idea of "home" because I've bounced around a lot.
That's changing.
Now for my new life. My home. I can't tell you how wonderful it feels to know where home is for probably the first time in my entire 31 years of life. I worried, or more wondered, really, if I would start to think twice about moving from the "stuff" of the city. No more cross-the-street jaunts to the local watering hole. No more meeting the friends after work for Live at 5 downtown. No more checking out the crowd to see who's who. Even no more Target! (Okay, I will miss Target). Now those things might still happen, but will just be much more purposefully planned and not so frequent. But the most amazing thing has happened as I've been packing this past week and meeting up with a few friends to say goodbye--I've gotten excited! I'm so ready for this move! I've gone to some of my favorite areas of town for one reason or another, shopped at my favorite stores, and eaten at my restaurants...thinking I'd be sad to see them go...but I wasn't. Almost the opposite in fact--I am almost
glad to see them go. They are part of my past, my wonderful, enlightening past. I look upon them with a smile for how wonderful the "stuff" of this city has been for me the past few years, but how happy I am to be moving on to something new, different, and wonderful as well.
Home. Family. A true place to be "me" for the next years of whatever life has in store. I'm thankful, so very thankful, I am in this place. It's all happening just when it should, just as it should. Now that's the "stuff" of life! Can't help but look up and say, "Thank you."