I got the job offer in San Diego.
Telling my girlfriend, and then the rest of my family on the Thanksgiving eve was one of the hardest conversations I’ve ever had. All sorts of tears were shed, ranging from excitement to the brutal truth that I was leaving the stomping grounds I called home for 29+ years.
We had four weeks to prepare for my departure and the reality of a soon to be long distance relationship.
In an effort to put all anxiety at bay, I tried to include my girlfriend in every single needed decision to pull this off.
We began looking for apartments together that would suit our needs once she joined. Determining when she would join got a lot easier when she learned that she’d be able to work remotely for her job once she was fully trained. Yes, we caught a major break here as this lifted a huge barrier in the eventual gap that we would close.
We settled on a place, applied, and were notified that we had indeed reserved it! We now had a tangible place to eventually share. Going through the process together helped paint a picture of light at the end of the tunnel that I was about to dig.
Next came the packing.
She was a saint and helped by bringing over boxes. I took the time to share any cute little story I had about anything I had in my apartment in an effort to open my life to her. Next, the moving truck came and took away my belongings and shipped them off to be reunited with me a few weeks later.
Now was the time to start to saying my goodbye’s to friends and my family. I had to get comfortable with the thought of not knowing the next time I’d see a majority of them, which was no easy chore. It all came to a culmination on my last day in Michigan, Christmas Day.
The joys of holiday season and seeing all my loved ones made for some very somber moment. As hard as it was, each conversation ended with loads of encouragement for my new adventure.
The next morning came for a last goodbyes. First with my girlfriend, then followed by hugs and well-wishes from my immediate family. It was time to begin the road trip to relocate my life.
As I pulled away from my parents house it felt like slow motion.
Was I really leaving all this behind?
Was I absolutely sure this was what I wanted?
Surely, I must be crazy, right?
All these thoughts were silenced by the reminder of the promise I made to myself of “pursuing my dreams at all costs”.
Four days later I arrived in the city I chose, with the job I chose, and the apartment that my girlfriend and I chose.
Little did I know, my dream was only beginning.