I can't believe I will be leaving California in exactly one month. I've enjoyed my time out here and am so glad I decided to go on this crazy adventure. Making this move has been a life changing experience. Moving to a brand new city over 2,000 miles away from everyone and everything I've ever known has taught me many things. It made me appreciate the little things in life. I've also become more independent, but realized that I do need my family and friends still.
Living out here hasn't always been a grand ol' time. There were many days when I felt lonely. Wishing I was back in Kentucky with my family and friends. Wishing I just had one person out here who really knew me. Wishing I had someone to go to dinner with that wasn't some random guy from Match.com. When I originally moved out here, it was to get away from everything. My family. My friends. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, except I knew I was not ready to settle down like everyone around me was. I wanted a change. It's funny though, how everything I wanted to leave behind, is everything I am longing for now. When I go out and see families together, it makes me miss mine so much. And living with approximately only two friends within a 30 mile radius totally sucks. I wouldn't recommend it. Every time my sister would go out back home, she'd send me pictures of all our friends. I would literally get depressed afterwards knowing I couldn't be with them. I wasn't there for St. Patrick's Day or my sister's birthday. I missed the Louisville Cardinals winning the NCAA Championship. I missed Thunder Over Louisville and The Derby. One of my friends might move to Nashville before I get back, so I'll miss him too.
Even though I miss everyone back home so much, I know when I leave I'll miss all of my new family and friends just as much. I wouldn't have survived a year and a half in California without them. I moved many times and had a few nanny gigs, but each time I was accepted into a new family. Each one was a stepping stone to where I am today and the choices I've made. The hardest to leave behind will be my babies. I've been with the twins since August 6th. I will have been their nanny for ten months by the time I leave. That is the longest I've ever stayed with one family, but the time has flown by. I'm sure the beach trips, Disneyland, the San Diego Zoo, and play dates helped. But I can't believe they just turned 16 months old. I stopped by their house yesterday and Emme cried when I left. It seriously melted my heart. Too bad they won't even remember me once I'm gone.
Moving back home is a huge process. I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy my last month out here because I have so much to do. You see I drove out here, but have decided to fly back. So I have to basically become a minimalist and get rid of everything. So step one in this process is a garage sale, which happened to be yesterday. I sold the majority of my stuff and made a decent profit. I even talked some guy into buying a knitting kit. He had no clue what it was and couldn't understand what I was talking about. I just kept saying, "You know you want it. It's only $1. You can make a scarf." He said, "Ohhh" and gave me my dollar. What was left over, I donated to Goodwill. I still seem to have so many things though. I'm going to have to ship a few things back because there is just no way I can fit it all in a couple of suitcases. This is when I wish I was a guy. I'd have two suitcases with clothes and that would be it. No pictures. No books. No makeup or hair products. Geez...if only it was that simple. Step two in this process is to move to the twins' house for one month, which is happening today. Step three is to sell my car. The tricky part is that I don't want to sell my car too early because I still need it, but I can't wait too late because I've already booked my flight. So hopefully it works out. Step four is to complete the San Diego Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon June 2nd and cross that off my bucket list. Only 27 days away! Step five is to fly to Portland to visit my aunt for a few days. Finally, the last step in this process is to board the plane home on June 8th. I will arrive in Louisville, KY at 9:05pm. I fully expect a welcoming party. Balloons and all.
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