Well, the week has arrived-it’s moving week! It’s a little bit misleading when I say ‘moving week’ because really we have two-the week we moved from The Burg and the week we move to NC. Today is the second one, but I’m reflecting on the first.
I’ve known for over a year now that I would be moving to NC for grad school at this time of the year. What I didn’t know was the exact date, if J would be coming with me, what our future home would look like, and how hard it would be to say goodbye to this place that has become comfortable and familiar over the years.
It’s not exactly a secret that I wasn’t a fan of The Burg when we first moved here. I was coming from the heart of Waikiki, where I was living with my best friend, working at an awesome job with amazing coworkers, pouring myself into an incredible church, and soaking up the sunshine every single day. The Burg, on the other hand, is…not exactly that. But over the past three years I’ve come to enjoy the small town feel, the big, open, sprawling hayfields, the expansive view that comes after the murder that is the Manastash ridge hike, the oodles of fresh veggies and fruits at the Farmer’s Market, and the genuine love of the people that live there.
Because that’s what it all comes down to in the end, isn’t it? It’s the people that make a place a nice place to live. It’s the people that make a town inviting, a morning drive pleasant, and a grocery trip not feel like a chore. It’s the people that make a place home.
Yes, I miss the cornfields and beautiful mountains of my hometown. Yes, I miss the breathtaking beaches on Oahu. Yes, I miss the sunsets in The Burg. But mostly, I miss the family that comes with where I’m from. The friends that turned into family in Hawaii. And now, I will miss the wonderful people I have been able to call my friends and surrogate family here in The Middle of Washington.
Moving is a bittersweet thing. On one hand, it’s an adventure-and there’s nothing I love more than a grand adventure. But on the other hand it’s a bit shocking-you leave behind the familiar and the routine, you leave the people you love, and you just start all over.
Gone will be the days of relaxing in the comfort of The Yellow House. No longer will the local sandwich shop know my order (turkey on wheat with cranberry and cream cheese and extra onion, if you’re wondering). And no longer will I feel completely comfortable at work and feel like I’ve finally gotten into the groove of things.
When we move, all of those things will change. We’ll have to find a new favorite restaurant and a new favorite coffee shop to study at. We’ll begin the terrifying process of applying for jobs and going through interviews, and eventually have to learn the routine of whatever work place we end up at. I’ll have to put up with piles of boxes and unfinished rooms, of unorganized cupboards and too many junk drawers.
But that also means we GET to try a bunch of new cafes and eateries. We GET to find new opportunities and meet new people. We GET to start from scratch and turn an empty house into our home.
Moving is weird. It’s new. It’s exciting. It’s sad. It’s adventurous. It’s stressful. And although it means leaving precious things behind, it also means there’s a new opportunity coming to discover new precious things, experiences, and people.
“I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.”