2020. It started off with me being in a “winter blues” kind of depression. I had just started a new job back in December and I was missing my old normal, my old coworkers, my old commute, and quite honestly pretty much everything. I had made a change that didn’t quite feel comfortable just yet. The holidays were hard enough last year, and the start of 2020 didn’t have anything good going for it either.
After I finished training at the new job, I was able to start making a few friends with my new team. That lasted all of a month or so before the entire world got knocked on our asses and locked up due to the pandemic. Oh COVID-19, how you’ve shaped so much this year. SO MUCH.
In mid March, I was sent home to work remotely for about 6 months. During this time I saw less than 10 people. I used video calls, Snapchat, and Zoom meetings to see people’s faces. Just like the rest of the world, I was locked in my home. Thankfully I at least had my music, my husband, our 2 cats and WIFI. (Thank goodness for the internet, am I right?) This did a lot of damage to my already not so great mental state, that’s for sure.
Fast forward to the 1st of May when my birthday rolled around, by this point I was just angry. I missed my family and friends. I missed going bowling and to the movies with my husband. I was ready to get out of that house. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was then that I decided, since I have to be home all the time, and there was no chance of us moving anytime soon, I might as well finally make the house that we had been living in for over 8 years feel like a home and start decorating and organizing. I spent all my free time either running outdoors to get some sort of endorphine release or in the house organizing ALL the things.
Most of June was spent sitting on my ass due to some major knee injuries… And they said running is good for you. HA! After another month of not being able to move, I decided I needed to get to the river. I needed that cold river water, time with my family, some strong drinks and fireworks, but mostly to get out of that damn house. I was going insane. So the weekend of July 4th, the husband and I packed up for a long weekend and headed down south.
If you know me at all, you know that I’ve always hated living in north Texas. I’ve never really felt at home there, even as a child, I remember always telling my parents that I wanted to live down south. Each time we would go on vacation, the moment we would get to central Texas, I would stare out the window and just dream of living somewhere in that area. I have always fascinated by Austin or Kingsville and nobody could understand why. I’ve just always had this pull to be somewhere in central or south Texas.
As I was sitting in the river with my husband that hot July 4th weekend, I couldn’t shake the feeling coming over me of “WE NEED TO LIVE DOWN HERE” out of my soul. The pull was so strong at that moment. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. After 10 years of mentioning to my husband that I would pack up without hesitation and move down to central Texas in a heartbeat, I said it again. On the ride home, we talked about moving and how he would need to find a job in the area.
I’ll spare you all the details of how it happened, but by the end of July, it was pretty much set in stone that we would finally be moving to central Texas and the dream was finally coming true! Hubman found an amazing company to work for and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him more happy.
There are tons of exciting things happening – but this post is long enough for now. I can’t wait to share more exciting things about our new adventure. I’ll be posting lots of updates here so be sure to check back often for all kinds of fun things happening in our lives.
Until next time, stay wild you beautiful soul, and remember NEVER to give up on your dreams!