Making the Move

I have been wanting to create a blog since making the move from Texas to New York in May. I just haven't sat down and actually created it until now. You could call me the Queen of procrastination but that would be giving me too much credit. I did, however, keep somewhat of a personal journal while I was getting ready to move and throughout my summer here in NY. I could catch you up on those events using excerpts from my journal and then continue with life as it happens everyday.

I should warn you from the beginning that I am not that great of a writer and I write about what I find interesting/funny...usually it doesn't spark the interest of others...but in the end, who is forcing you to keep reading?

The reason for me wanting to create a journal/blog was so that in the future I would be able to look back on my thoughts and ambitions and see my progress or see just how much I had changed. I knew that going into this summer I would be getting to learn a lot about myself. And, oh boy...I sure did! But that explanation will come later.
At the young ripe age of 21 I was about to move to New York and begin my internship at a private club. I was scheduled to be graduating in August and only had the internship and 2 other classes to complete before I would receive my degree. My worry was this was going to be the first time that I would be leaving God's Country, Texas, to live some where else. I didn't know myself without Texas. I didn't know myself without my bbff Britt or without my family. Life as I knew it was about to be completely changed...I was so scared. Trying to hide that fear was difficult. I decided to cover it up with my excitement. Which the excitement was valid. I was at a 50/50 on wanting to go and wanting to stay. I ccouldn't wait to get to New York but I definitely was not ready to leave Texas. The week before I left you would have had to rip my cowboy boots off of my feet! I began to savor every little thing about Texas and every moment that I had left in that great state. No matter how ridiculous it was...I made a point to mark it down in my memory (stopping at red lights and seeing pick-up trucks stopped next to you, for example).

I was worried about my friendship with Britt. I knew that our friendship could withstand any kind of turbulence but this move was forcing us to enter into the unknown. Since meeting in the 6th grade we had been attached at the hip. I was praying that she and I would both be able to blossom and grow into amazing individuals who would still hold their friendship as high as it had been for the past ten years. I didn't know who Andi was without Britt by my side. But I was excited to open the new chapter of our lives and see where life took us.(You will notice that Britt and I treat our friendship like a marriage...sometimes the way we talk sounds a little too 'involved' haha)

I was worried about my family. My parents weren't too excited about my decision to move but they understood my reasons for needing to go. I appreciate them allowing me to do what I thought was best with my life. I didn't know what I was going to do without them as easily accessible to me as they had been throughout college. I quickly learned that they are always just a phone call away. I thought about Nikki. Would she become the doctor that she wanted to become? She is one of the smartest and most passionate people about her profession. What I like about her is that you can tell that she really loves what she is doing with her life. Its inspiration to find something that I enjoy that much.

I was ready to enjoy the freedom of a new start. I was ready to challenge myself with the unknown and learn things that I didn't know. This move was for more than just a job. I was about to change my life.