Two Weeks

"Two weeks."
I remember exclaiming those two little words over and over again one year ago. In two weeks, I will have lived in this new home of mine for a whole year. Looking back, it certainly doesn't feel like I've been here that long. I'm still figuring out the seasons, getting lost and making friends.

I moved here with a rent check in my pocket and a rolly suitcase in hand. I had no job, and I had not yet met my future roommate face-to-face. And I made it!

I feel good. I am happy, healthy, for the most part financially secure. I am moving into a new home with my best friend, and I am excited about all the adventures waiting for us there. I have a fun job where I am respected by my coworkers and supervisors. Life is good.

I made it!