Monday, April 22, 2013

The Midwestern Mothership is calling us home.



Until six weeks ago, I only knew the following things about Cincinnati.

1) My husband went to college at University of Cincinnati

2) Their idea of "chili" is gross.

3) Chad Ochocinco once played for the Bengals.

4) The Cincinnati airport is actually in Kentucky.

5) I can't spell Cincinnati without spell check.

That's it.  Five things.  Cincinnati was just a blip on my radar. I had nothing against it. I just didn't  know anything about the Queen City.  Now, I'm going to learn a heck more about it, as it's about to be my new home.

There was a point in my life where I just assumed Savannah would be my home for the rest of my life. It was here I got my first "real" job and car, met my husband, became a homeowner, had a child. It's where I've established all those "adult" things like dentists, primary care physicians and a hair stylist who squeezes you in her schedule because you tip well. It's here I met amazing friends who will stay my friends despite a move 681 miles north. It's here I learned that I'm not exactly the biggest fan of winter.

However, things changed. Friendships, jobs, priorities. Once Max was born, I started to feel the tug of the Midwest on my heart. I hated that he only gets to see his grandparents a few times a year and his aunts and uncles even less. I missed living in a larger city, with more opportunity for concerts, museums, professional sports and festivals. The rolling hills and soft grass of the Midwest became harder to leave behind after a visit home.

While the nitty gritty doesn't need to shared, a flood of things happened all at once, allowing us an opportunity to move to Cincinnati. While, my faith and spirituality has been tested as of recent, I feel this string of events was God's way of saying "It's okay.  This is the right step".

I'll miss Savannah with all my heart.  I'll be back frequently. There's a deep guilt and sadness that comes with saying goodbye to the ones we love. However, underneath the turmoil and panic that comes with a quick cross country move, I have a deep sense of peace.

This is what we were meant to do.




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3 comments:

Woody Sobey said...

Moving is never easy, but it often opens wonderful new possibilities. Good luck with the transitions.

Woody Sobey said...

Moving is never easy, but it often opens wonderful new possibilities. Good luck with the transitions.

Woody Sobey said...

Moving is never easy, but it often opens wonderful new possibilities. Good luck with the transitions.

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