Wednesday, October 18, 2017

some other beginning’s end

Well, it’s official. I’m moving to Park City, Utah for the upcoming winter season. I went out to visit this past weekend with my parents and fell in love. It took me a good two (emotional) days to make a decision. It was one of those bittersweet decisions when you really want to do something but you’re afraid to let go of what you’re leaving behind. I was blessed with an incredible family (we’re tighter than tight) and I don’t really know life without them around…or in my case, across the street. But hey, if missing my family too much is my biggest fear, then I’d say that’s a good problem to have. 

It will be hard to say goodbye to my parents and my sister. My parents are my best of best friends. I literally talk to them everyday, multiple times a day. I could tell when I told them that they seemed excited for me but sad at the same time. I know they worry about me moving out west and never wanting to come home. I don’t think that’s going to happen…but never say never. I will miss them so much when I move. Winter is my favorite time to go over to my parents’ house. My mom always has easy listening music on—Michael Bublé, Frank Sinatra, Celine Dion (she also plays Christmas music until February). She always has something in the crockpot or oven so when you walk in the house it smells incredible. 
One of the most important lessons I’ve learned in these past few years is that it’s okay to seek change. Something that we once loved or brought us joy at one point in our life may no longer bring us happiness. I love my hometown…so much in fact that I’ve spent the last 24 years here. However, I feel as though I’ve reached a level of complacency. I’ve come to learn that contentment and comfort prevent transformation. As a seeker, this does not do me any favors. This adventure has been a long time coming for me. I once read that when God wants you to grow, he will make you uncomfortable. I have been struggling for a few years now with the same scenario, the same problems…and I think it was God’s way of saying to me, it’s time to move on. 
When I get an idea or plan in my head, I always seem to run full force with it. I don’t half ass anything unless I don’t want to be doing it (which I’m trying to be better about). I’m not very good at living in the “gray” area of life. Sometimes I think too much in black and white. Hey, admitting is the first step, right? Moving out west to a ski town has always been a dream of mine. I’ve talked about it for years and now I’m finally walking the walk…and moving across the country, alone. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared, but the excitement definitely outweighs the nerves. 
I will miss home a lot…but I keep reminding myself that nothing ever grows in a comfort zone and I sure am comfortable here. Adventure is kind of my thing…and it’s time for me to move on from my little town, at least for a little while. 

Like Semisonic once said, “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” 

Keep on keepin’ on—
XX, Laura 

“Maybe it won't work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.”

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