7 years ago, if you would have told me that I’d be driving 20 minutes to the Ohio countryside to celebrate the baby of my other California-grown bestie, because we now both live in Ohio with our husband’s and children… I would have laughed hysterically and denied that that would even be a possibility. I was convinced that I was a true California girl. I can’t tell you how many sunsets I’ve watched on the beach while thinking, I am never leaving here… WHY would any one leave here?!
The short answer: love
As clear as I remember those sunsets, I remember feeling empty, starving even, for my soul mate. I had a deep desire for some one who understood me, my faith, my inclination toward nerdy things, who wanted me. When I found J, I never wanted to let him go. Ever since our wedding, I haven’t. My friend T had a similar experience, and now we’re both out here living the dream in the Ohio valley. I still love California, but I’ve come to really love the rustic simplicity of the Ohio countryside. I’ve also fallen in love with downtown Pittsburgh, which is just a short drive away.
As I drove home from my dear friend’s gender reveal party yesterday, with Sophie silently snoozing in the backseat, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly thankful for my life. It definitely didn’t turn out the way I thought it would, but I also couldn’t imagine a better life for me, J and the kids.