Eye of the Hurricane

Things have been mass chaos, but now, there is a stillness. All the boxes are packed, and all cleaning has come to a standstill. We pack up the truck tomorrow night and leave this gorgeous city that I have come to know as home the next day after.

I am sad to leave these gorgeous city lights, rushing traffic, towering buildings, the varieties of people, the utter chaos of this city. I will not miss the months of negative degree weather, snow emergencies, wailing sirens of the hospital a block away, the endless stories of why I must give this random person $23.75, and fearing that my car window will be busted out by morning. I will miss my junior high girls that have left a deep mark on my heart, the many tears I have cried over their struggles and triumphs. I will miss the landmarks that signify the budding and growth of a loving relationship that will stand throughout time.

Through all this time here, in this beautiful city that will always have my heart, I have healed to the point that I can now return home.

And, I am anxious to return... to my dearest family and bestest friends, those humid, hover hills that roll through the backdrop of the place in which I learned how to hurt, how to overcome. and how to become myself. I am ready for the southern twang, endless restaurants, and tooth-rotting sweet tea, family gatherings on the back porch that last until all the fireflies have been captured in pickle jars. Even more so, I am excited to make my own memories, with my husband and the family that we create together.

I anticipate starting my career, finding out who I am and what my passions are, seeing my husband adapt to southern life, and raising our puppy :)

So, here we go. Pack each box carefully, then unload our precious cargo, and begin to start life anew. Missing the good, thankful to leave the bad, and ready to start a new adventure. Missouri, here we come! :)