Moving from Texas to Georgia: A Life-Changing Experience

Six years ago today, life changed. And I admit it still hurts to think about it. We moved. 🚐Houston area to Atlanta area. 🌴Ocean to trees and mountains. 🚧Concrete highways to dirt roads. 🦌Smashed subdivision to 3 acres. 😭An hour from family to 12 hours away. 🏡Dream house we built to new-to-us strange house. 😔Beloved neighbors to still-strangers next door. 👩🏼‍⚕️My first physician assistant job (10 years!) to full-time stay-at-home mom. Change is hard. Scratch that. Change sucks. ⏮️Back story… January of 2018, I hung up some final wall paintings in the house - after 8 years. Ridiculous. I prayed as I did it. Humbly asking to feel at peace with living there, to accept and be grateful. ❤️ I hadn’t feel settled. I don’t know why I felt discontented, but I had been ready for more. Just too chicken to look for change. ❗️And then a week later, the husband called from a work conference with the bomb. ❗️To start thinking about a move. And I still laugh about it. Because God’s timing won. So happy six year moving-out-of-our-house day to me. (I’ve been saying five years. Six! That’s still crazy to me!) 🍑Georgia people - I can’t imagine our lives without you. 🤠Texas people - We still miss you! ❓Just wondering. But how long does it take living in a different place before you quit telling people you’re from somewhere you left long ago? “We’re from Georgia. But really displaced Texans…” 😀 . . . .