It just dawned on me that today marks my one month California anniversary.
One month ago today, I had $100 in my bank account and I packed up my life into two suitcases, hugged my parents goodbye, and boarded a flight to San Francisco with a one way ticket. Pretty crazy, huh? I still can’t believe I had the guts to do it. And you know what? I’ve never looked back. It’s been probably the most interesting month of my life, beginning with hanging out with some of my bestest bloggie friends at BlogHer Food:
I screamed when I saw the Pacific for the first time…
Lived out of a suitcase while crashing on these two crazy guys couch for a week and a half…
Saw the sunset of my life at Lake Sonoma:
Flew to NEW YORK CITY!!
Bought my first car!
Drank a TON of wine……..
Moved into my very first house all on my own….
And now instead of baking bread in the middle of the night, I get to work here:
Okay, so I know it might look glamorous but it definitely hasn’t been all smiles and perfect happy endings. There’s been some frustration thrown in there, some tears, some homesickness and more than a little stress. People still ask me all the time why I moved out here. I give them the easy, light answer of why not?! Who wouldn’t want to live in wine country?? But the truth is that I just needed to BREATHE. I was willing to take big, big risks because I honestly felt called to move out here. Instead of relying on tangible things for a change, I chose to rely on my faith and follow my heart. I was suffocating in Tampa after last Spring….and though today marks my one month anniversary in this place, it also marks the 6 month anniversary of my brother’s death. It probably would have been EASIER to stay, in many regards, but what fun is the easy way?
I’ve felt God’s hand in so so SO many ways over the past month, as everything has fallen into place, and that has secured my soul in that I made the absolute best decision of my life. I am learning to be on my own and trust myself in ways I’ve never had to before, and relish even the lonely moments of sitting on my floor, eating beans and chatting with my mom, 3,000 miles away. For the first time in a long time I feel like I’m actually LIVING life, not watching it pass right by me. And that, my friends, is the true feeling of contentment.