“Say good-bye to the house.” My grandma told me as I closed the door to my childhood home, the only place I’ve known as home for the 23 years of my life.
I looked around the house one last time as I closed the door. It was bittersweet but I was ready to move on. I was ready for the big move.
I walked to my car and my grandparents walked to the moving van. Just like that the two-day journey began. We drove through Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, and halfway through Pennsylvania to get to my new home. 1200 miles later I was here. It was all so surreal.
I signed some papers (well, more like I signed my life away), grabbed the key, and just like that it was my home. For three days straight we moved and moved and moved. We unloaded furniture, mattresses, sofas, pots, pans, dishes – you name it, we moved it. Then the decorating and final touches began and just like that (well, maybe not that simple, I had a lot of help from my grandparents) I was moved in.
After all the moving was done it was time for my grandparents to say goodbye and drive back home. I hugged them as tight as I could and then looked out the window and watch them until the car was out of sight. I turned around and it hit me. I live across the country from my family. I sat on the sofa and let the wall of emotions wash over me. I let myself just cry.
I was happy and sad all at the same time. I was happy about the start of something new, but I was sad to leave my family. I was scared to be in this new place by myself until my roommate moved up. I was nervous to start a new job. There was so much change happening.
This morning I woke up to the silence of an empty apartment and immediately felt so alone. I felt like I had no one. I ate breakfast in silence, drank my coffee in silence, got ready in silence and then thought to myself “now what?” I (reluctantly) decided to go to the gym. Ten minutes into being there my friend texted me and said, “ can I call you, I need to talk to someone.” Of course I said yes.
We talked for a while. It was a much-needed conversation on both ends. I hung up and realized two things: change is okay and I am not alone. I am not alone because I have friends all across the world that love me and would pick up the phone in a heartbeat if I needed them. I am not alone because I have a family that would fly across the country to help me if I needed it.
Most importantly I am not alone because I have a God who is with me every step of the way. I know I so often forget this. I so often put him on the back burner and carry on with my life. But seriously friends, how lucky are we that we have a God that literally never leaves us. There is never a single moment we are alone. In my new home I am so blessed to be literally two minutes from church. Its like Jesus knew I needed him right there.
Lastly, change is good. Change is how we grow. It is in being out of our comfort zone that we learn new things, that we see new places, and that we become stronger. This is just the beginning of an amazing journey.
Friends, don’t be afraid of change – embrace it and above all know you are never alone.