time is such a funny thing. I can remember crying to my parents on the phone five years ago, being so miserable in dallas and wanting to leave my job to make a change and pursue my MBA in atlanta. I had survived my college years and a few years afterward in dallas, while my family had moved to atlanta my freshman year. I was ready to be closer to home, willing to move in with my parents and risk a complete career change and time out of the working world for my MBA. I had zero clue where it would all take me.
last week after work, while stephen was at tennis practice, I spent some time packing up the apartment by myself. as I packed up, I was all of the sudden flooded with moving memories from over the years. I packed a few boxes, ate a lean cuisine, and poured myself a glass of wine. it was almost as if I were back in dallas, many years ago, packing myself up as young(er), single, twenty-something. years later, and there’s still no shame in my lean cuisine + wine game.
as I gently wrapped my wine glasses, I remembered being so excited to graduate college and move to north dallas. upon graduation, I immediately bought eights sets of black stemmed martini, red wine, white wine, and champagne glasses… because every 21 year old needs enough glasses to host a small dinner party, right? HA.
I remembered the time my mom flew in a couple years later to help me move closer to the city, which included repainting my purple bedroom back to white and filling wall holes with whatever white substance we could find.
just a year later, my dad flew to dallas to help me make the big move to atlanta. I remember driving cross country in a uhaul and sneaking my cat into a hilton for the night somewhere in louisiana en route to atlanta.
as I continue to pack up this apartment that I’ve lived in for almost three years, I can’t help but get emotional. happy tears, of course. I have no idea where the last three years have gone, but they have been the best years. not only do I get to live close to my family, I met the man of my dreams and get to keep him for life, my meddlesome cat is still following behind me – ripping tape off boxes I’ve packed up, and I have a career that I love. while I am absolutely thrilled to move into our first home – I also have a compulsive desire to freeze time, so that nothing can change.
there’s a quote from a book called the happiness project by gretchen rubin that I’ll never forget (complete with a video that will make you sob)… “the days are long, but the years are short.” it couldn’t be more true.