One word that holds so much meaning to me is “moving.” I never took time to think about the word until about 2 years ago. Moving is a simple word that I find myself using way more times than I thought I would. I’m from a very tight family and we are all very close. I was the girl who claimed during my entire childhood that I would live with my mom forever. I was so serious. Obviously, those were my plans. God had other plans for me.
These last couple of weeks have been very hard for me. It reminds me a lot like last year. Husband gets a new gig and BOOM he says it, “baby, we’re moving ” and my usual two-word response follows “again-great.” This has been our annual routine for the last three years. When we first married we moved to a small town, San Angelo, TX. Our time in San Angelo did not last very long. After a year, we moved to Little Rock, Arkansas. I never thought I would ever find myself in Arkansas, but this is God once again working in his mysterious ways. Just when I started to get comfortable in Little Rock, enjoying all the friends I had made and my job…guess what? Yup, you guessed it. I heard the same four words again, “baby, we’re moving.” After about 3 weeks, I accepted the fact that we were moving. Back to Texas we go.
Out of the three moves in our two-year marriage, this move for some odd reason has been the most difficult. It could be because I am getting older, everyone around me is getting older, and I am realizing that time is precious. Especially with loved ones.
Yes, I am extremely happy for my husband. So far, each year, he has been able to move closer and closer to fulfilling his career goal. And honestly, it has worked out perfectly for us. God has always been able to place us with the right people, and with the right tools. Also, finding work for me has not been a problem. Therefore, we are very thankful and grateful for the smooth transitions throughout the years.
However, the part that is very difficult is the part where you have to leave all the new friends behind, the part where you do not see your nieces grow, the part where you just want to stop at mom’s house for Sunday dinner, the part of actually knowing a city like you know the back of your hand. Small moments like these are the moments that I miss the most. I miss the people, old neighborhood stores, the familiar faces from grocery stores, and simply just knowing every corner of every neighborhood.
At the same time, one thing I love about moving is having the opportunity to meet so many people. Within the last three years, I have been able to make long lasting friendships. From every move, I have met wonderful people and they have all taught me some incredible things. For example, in San Angelo I met a beautiful kenyan, by the name of Jacque. Our time was short, but I learned so much from her-specifically how to make beef ribs (which my husband absolutely loves). Now every time I make beef ribs, I can not help but to revisit the moments we once shared. Moments like this make the moving around and making new friends all worth it.
I am so thankful for all the people I have crossed path with. Thank you to everyone that has blessed me throughout this journey. This journey is rich because of you all.