The Mountains are Calling…

Remember that time I wrote about change? Well, 2018 has been a whirlwind for our family. And this latest curve in our path comes with a mountain view. In just a few days time, we will have packed up our lives and moved to Colorado.

If you would have asked me 10 years ago if I would ever moved out of St. Louis permanently, I would have said no way. But here I am, totally ok with this substantial move. It’s not only a new adventure for our family, but it means my husband will spend less time traveling for his job. And that’s huge for us.

It has been a roller coaster of emotions. Saying goodbye to friends. Packing up our life and our things. Both are not an easy task.

It’s hard to leave people who’ve supported us and been there for us over the years. It’s hard to pack up our things. Deciding what to take and what to leave behind triggering all the memories, good and bad. We’ve done a farewell tour of our favorite places the past few weeks.

Everything in St. Louis is familiar. It’s easy. The faces, the roads, the places. Saying goodbye to that familiarity might be the hardest of all. Familiarity is comforting.

And I would be lying if I said I haven’t been feeling extra emotional this week. This has been an emotional year. Saying farewell to one of our dogs. Adding another daughter to our family. And now leaving really the only place I have ever lived.

But with all those goodbyes, I know we are also saying hello to a lot. To a new adventure. To a place that better aligns with our lifestyle. To new friends. To new opportunity. And hello, mountains.

I think it’s possible to feel a myriad of emotions all at once. It’s possible that I’m feeling sad and excited at the same time. I’m proud of my husband and I for saying yes to this move and not letting familiarity or fear hold us back. I’m excited for our daughters to grow up with mountains in their backyard. I’m going to miss our friends, but I’m excited for their visits.

Here’s to new adventure, and maybe a less eventful 2019.