2 years down

As promised, here is my post about what it was like and is like to move to PA.

First of all, let me just tell you how fast the last 2 years have gone. Probably not for my parents, but looking back it has flown for me. I made the decision to move to Pennsylvania late in 2006, which was less than a year after K and I started officially dating. He and I go way back, almost 10 years now, but we stopped talking for a bit and started up again 2/06. After several agonizing good-byes in multiple airports, I had had enough. With my job being so flexible, I decided to go ahead and give the East Coast a shot. So, on Sept. 18th, we loaded up my little Hyundai Elantra, and drove across the country.

It took us about a week, and it could have taken less, but we visited family on the way. On the first day, we drove from Seattle to Bozeman, MT. It was September and we got caught in a blizzard. We stayed in a dinky Best Western, arrived very late, and awoke to the mountains the next morning. We had no idea how beautiful the place was.

Next we drove from Bozeman through Yellowstone, finally arriving in Jackson Hole, WY. This is now one of my most favorite places on earth. Seriously, there's something about Jackson Hole that just makes me feel alive. That's really cliché, huh? Well, make fun of me, and continue to do so, because we're totally honeymooning there someday!!!

Yellowstone was beautiful, but we much preferred the nearby Teton Mountain range.

We woke up early to a chilly 40 degree morning, and drove through the most boring part of our country (the rest of WY), and ended up in CO with my aunt and uncle. The next day we drove to Nebraska to visit my other aunt. The next two days we drove through Iowa, Illinois, and Indiana, finally Ohio and Pennsylvania. There's nothing to share about those states because you can only say so many things about corn.

It was a blur of a trip for me. I already missed home and I was so scared of how I would adapt. And yet, it was smooth sailing on that trip relationship-wise. He drove, I slept, and we supported each other.

I'm not going to go into great detail about the last two years, except to say this: I'm glad I took this chance. I'm glad that I took a chance on a boy from the East Coast, ten years ago, 2 years ago, and today. I'm glad that I took a chance and went for what I wanted in my life. I'm glad that I had the confidence in myself to take that chance. Fear holds us back and makes us regret life. 2 years ago, I turned my back on fear and got into that car, and I'm so grateful for what came after.