Valentines Day marked one whole year since I signed the paperwork and picked up the keys to my new apartment. My very first place alone, and my first time living in the city. On the way back to Geneva my mom and I stopped to get a celebratory pizza. Eating that pizza we talked about how life changing this would be for me but I don’t think either of us had any idea what a big year it would be for me. I was terrified. I was leaving behind a home I helped buy, and everything that was familiar to me. I was moving to a city where I knew a grand total of one person. I had technically been an “adult” for years but hardly felt like one. I had no idea what life would be like a month from then let alone a year from then. I wish I could go back and give that Kaylah a huge hug because she was scared to death.
Without a doubt I can say these last twelve months have been the best of my life. I’ve grown more than I could ever explain. I keep trying to type up the whole story of how I got here, and how amazing things are now but I’m tongue tied. Every time I start to type I just draw a blank. Maybe I’m not ready to share, maybe it’s just not time yet, or maybe I’m just too overwhelmed with how awesome things are now that I can’t put together coherent sentences about it. Someday I’ll share more, I promise. In the mean time please remember that sometimes the best things are absolutely terrifying at first and you just have to dive right in. I’m glad I leaped!