It is two am and i cant sleep so I am googling moving box prices. That is par for the course, though, because when i am not thinking about anything else, I am thinking about the impending move.
About two months ago, I was driving to one of my 3 jobs and just thinking about how frustrated and stuck I had become. I had no forward movement in two of my jobs, and didn't desire it in the third. I am a 33 year old college graduate who has to work three part time jobs, barely makes enough money to scrape by, and who is still living with my parents, which, of course, makes me the butt of most jokes between my siblings.
I had to get out, but I was not sure how to begin making that happen. I have tried a few times before and fallen flat on my face, so the idea of trying again is scary, but so is working my life away for 8.37 an hour.
But on that fateful car ride to work that afternoon, it hit me. For those that believe, it was basically the feeling of having Him in the passenger's seat and saying, "do this and take that money and move to Nashville." It was such a simple solution that I had overlooked for so long, but the SECOND it crossed my mind it just seemed too perfect not to try.
I came home and talked to my mom about it that night. I had a definite plan in mind, and I laid out what I was thinking and feeling, and her words were, "you are 33. you need to start living your life." So, that was that. I sent a message to my friend who lives down there and was looking for a roommate, and things started falling into place.
I decided to write a blog about this move because I am running the gamut of emotions already and I know there is more to come. I have a lot of questions that I am not sure of the answer, and a lot of doubts and such that I would like to tackle head on. The hope is that not only will I find answers and peace through writing this but that someone else can find the same through reading my adventures.
Here goes everything.
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