One Year
Happy 1 year anniversary to me! One year ago today I walked into a GM plant in Swartz Creek, MI scared as hell. I had to use my GPS to get me to work that morning, and yet I still got lost. I was on my own and 1200 miles away from anyone that could help me. What a difference a year can make! So… long story, short… I SURVIVED!!!
With the one year anniversary, comes the end of my lease at my current apartment. I knew the day I moved into that apartment that it would be a temporary home. With limited time, money, and two puppies, it was the best I could do. At the time, I was so excited and happy to have a plan and to be on my own, that the old, cramped apartment wasn’t a big deal. But, I am happy and proud to say that Chatwell drive is no longer my address. As of yesterday morning, I have a new address. One that I am much more excited about! My dad, step mom and brother will be arriving late Friday night to help me make the 20 minute move to my new apartment. (Don’t feel bad for them for having to fly up here… My family and I take every excuse these days to see each other. They offered to help me move 4 months ago!)
The traditional one year anniversary gift is paper… It seems strangely appropriate.
Paper, as in plane tickets. Lots of them. I have flown more in the last year than I have in my entire life. And fallen in love with traveling in the process.
Paper, as in bills. I’ve had lots of those too. I am happy to say that I have far fewer these days then when I moved up here. At one time I was paying for a mortgage, utilities, and maintenance expenses on top of my own living costs. Ugh.
Paper, as in pictures. My camera has been working hard this year. Especially when the snow started falling last November. It was my way of sharing my new life with my family. For awhile there, I think I was sending snow pictures to Georgia every day. (With captions that read: What am I doing here?!)
Paper, as in newspaper. I feel like I am now an expert packer/unpacker. I managed to get all of my things up to Michigan in one piece. Moving across town next week is going to feel like a walk in the park.
Paper, as in paper towel rolls. Its a stretch I know, but I had to mention my dogs. They LOVED to chew up empty paper towel and toilet paper rolls (especially Foster). Those two dogs were as much a part of my life as anything else this year. I still miss them terribly.
So there you go. It has been an amazing, stressful at times, heartbreaking, fun, inspiring, breathtaking year! I am so incredibly thankful. So incredibly happy. So incredibly proud.
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