On Sunday, December 30th, 2012, my mom and I woke up bright and early, we hopped into the car, we swung by McDonald’s for her obligatory Diet Coke and my iced hazelnut coffee, and then we hightailed it across the state to Omaha.
In the weeks leading up to that morning, I graduated college, spent Christmas with my family, celebrated two separate birthdays, and even stood as a bridesmaid, but amidst all those festivities, Sunday, December 30th, 2012 is still a day I’ll always remember because that’s the day I moved to Arizona.
Once my mom and I reached our destination, after an emotional brunch followed by an even more emotional parting at the airport, I suddenly realized that this was it. I was on my own, one-way ticket in hand. What I didn’t realize was how big of an impact this move would have on the rest of my life.
In the three years that I’ve been down here, there’s been a few different apartments, two jobs, and the fruition of a longtime dream of mine, which you just so happen to be scrolling through right at this very moment. I’ve made blog friends, I’ve made best friends, I’ve unearthed passions that I didn’t even know existed, I’ve shopped, dined, hiked, and traveled all over this desert of a state and then some, and throughout this whole journey, I’ve grown deeper in love than I could’ve ever imagined. Today, I have an amazing sense of self. I’m eager for what’s out there and I’m not afraid to take leaps in order to reach whatever that may be. For all these reasons and more, I will be forever grateful that I stepped onto that plane.
This post serves as homage to Arizona and to the wonderful people who make it. If you’re reading this, you know who you are. This chapter of our life wouldn’t have been the page-turner it was if it hadn’t been for each and every last one of you. Please understand how important and, even more so, irreplaceable you all are to Andrew and me. A very big piece of our hearts will be left behind and to say that we’ll miss you is a grave understatement.
It’s Thursday, April 16th, 2015 and my fiancé and I have woken up bright and early, we’ve hopped into our car (with a couple of very frightened cats), we’ve even stopped by McDonald’s for two iced hazelnut coffees instead of just one, and we’re hightailing halfway across the country to Iowa. Together. It’s been one hell of a magnificent ride and to think it’s only just begun. What comes next, I could not be more excited for.
I guess you’ll just have to keep following along at The Stiles Files!