I used to be someone who was sort of reluctant to change. I remember always telling myself that I would never move away from my hometown. I couldn't even fathom the thought. But with growth came the desire for change, and the appetite for adventure. It had taken me a while to come out of my shell, but when I began to let go of my fears, a side of me opened up, a side that was no longer apprehensive of doing something different for once.
I was in my early 30s when I finally decided that something life-changing needed to happen for me, and it needed to happen quick. My life had become so bland, and I no longer felt challenged living in my hometown. I no longer felt inspired. I was ready for new experiences, ready to make new connections, ready to embark on a road of self-discovery, and I knew that the only way I was going to do that was to change my environment. My philosophy was simple - if things didn't quite work out, moving back home was always an option. There was nothing holding me back. I had no kids. No relationship. No obligations that would hinder me from making such a bold move. So, I did it.
I searched open positions in Phoenix, Arizona, and 30 days later, I was living across the country on the west coast. Things happened really fast. It was difficult to say goodbye to loved ones, and for a while, it didn't quite sink in that I wasn't just visiting Arizona; I was actually living there. I stayed there for three years, and while I enjoyed my time in such a beautiful state, I was beginning to feel as though I needed to be closer to family and friends again, so I interviewed for a position in Columbus, OH, and ended up getting an offer. My first stint in Ohio lasted for two years before I ended up landing another opportunity back in my hometown of Michigan, and after being gone for a total of five years, I decided to go back home.
I was in a really happy place when I first moved back home. I think being away for so long had given me the opportunity to miss the place that I held so close to my heart. It gave me the ability to see the city with a new set of eyes, and allowed me the chance to start anew. I was home for almost three years, and then something happened - something that would change my life forever, and I no longer felt safe in this place that I called home. It made me see everything differently, and those moments of happiness that I felt when I first moved back, had disappeared.
In the fall of 2015, I ended up moving back to Columbus because of a job opportunity, but more importantly, I felt it was time to clear my head and separate myself yet again, from my hometown. It was a bittersweet, but necessary move. This was probably my most important one yet because I'm in a different head space now than I was nine years ago when I first embarked on my journey of self-discovery. This past year has shown me just how resilient and fearless I am (because I never truly knew until I was tested), and how I should never be scared or reluctant to take action when my livelihood and well-being are compromised.
This blog post is a bit all over the place, and may not make sense to the vast majority of those reading it, but sometimes, my thoughts just need to be set free.
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