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The past few months have come with lots of changes, the biggest one being a move from my lifelong home of New York to North Carolina. Even though I was excited for the move, it was (and still is) a big change. But it’s positive change, in a lot of ways like hitting the reset button for my life.
There’s a lot of awesome in New York, but for my life and how I wanted to live it, there was a certain level I’d get to there and that was going to be it. It’s scary to feel like your life has plateaued WAY before you thought it would.
North Carolina had been in the back of mind for years as a good place to move, but we can think about tons of shit without ever doing any of it. Big difference.
So, I started job hunting last summer.
Once I started that ball rolling, I was amazed at how fast things moved. Once I had the job, there was a little thing called a “start date” they informed me about. They were expecting me there on a certain date and time. No more thinking about moving, I had to DO THIS. Thank goodness for my wife, she never lets me down. We busted our butts packing and researching apartments in the area and got it all done in a few weeks. Number one lesson learned? Go through your stuff at least yearly and either sell or throw out the crap you don’t need. It might’ve meant something to you before, but time changes tastes. I’d say fifty percent of my packing was going through stuff I hadn’t looked at in years. Lesson learned.
Then came the drive.
Google said eight and half hours, I did it in ten, including stops for gas and food. That wasn’t so bad, but leaving my wife in New York was. My new job wanted to me to start sooner than we expected, so she had to stay behind for six weeks until she was ready. In the eleven years we’ve been together, I don’t think we’ve ever been apart for more than a few days. I knew I’d be sad leaving her, but I wasn’t expecting tears from my eyes. Just what I needed for night driving in the rain. Thanks a lot, brain.
Aside for not having my wife with me, walking into the new apartment felt pretty good for the obvious reason of driving-for-so-long-want-to-sleep-for-the-next-ever, but also for what it represented. The apartment was just like all the other models. Same design, same paint, same appliances, same everything. But as we unpack our stuff, it looks more and more like a home, which is an extension of our personalities. We can decide how it’ll look and anything we didn’t like about our old apartment, can be different in this one. It’s like instead of a “Welcome to your new home” sign there was a “Here’s your chance to do it better” sign. And we plan on it.
A more personal thing the new apartment represented was an overwhelming feeling of I DID IT.
I updated my resume.
I applied for jobs until I found the one I liked.
I researched apartments.
I packed my stuff and moved it to a brand new place.
And like all big endeavors, I had invaluable help along the way. My wife being my partner every step of the way through the process. A close friend helping me make my resume the best it could be. Friends and family giving me advice about moving and the new area I was heading to. But it all would’ve been useless if I hadn’t followed through with what I set out to do. So, as I write this, I’m super effing happy with what I accomplished. And now I’m wondering what else I can do if I set my mind to it.