On this day ten years ago, I drove up to my new home in Missouri with a friend riding shotgun and my two very unhappy cats in the back seat. We had been on the road for 3 days, driving mostly on I 70 through Nevada, Utah, Colorado and Kansas to get here. Needless to say, the views were amazing.
My move was a new adventure, including a new house, community and culture. I had also sold or given away a large percentage of my possessions before leaving CA. It felt both scary and exciting.
We all have dreams and desires that may not be possible at the present moment, but what do you do when something you really, really want can’t happen.
One of my clients contacted me because she wanted to move to a small town in the midwest, but her husband didn’t feel he could leave his high earning job at the time. The small town idea was stuck in her mind and she just couldn’t shake it. After we confirmed the reality of her situation, I asked her what she thought it would be like to live in a small town. She painted a beautiful picture of a simple life with a close-knit community that reminded me of a Hallmark movie. It was lovely.
I just passed the 5 year anniversary of my move from California to a small town in Missouri and have been reminiscing quite a bit. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. Making the decision, house hunting and the road trip here with my friend Traci seem like they just happened yesterday.