I actually started writing this blog post when I was feeling a little nostalgic on Thursday. Then I went out with coworkers Thursday night and Friday and Saturday were moving days so I'm just sitting down to finish this thing right now #movingproblems. We spent Friday evening and Saturday morning packing up the rest of our stuff (which was basically nothing because I've been a packing mad-woman for the past 7 days), loaded everything in a U-Haul trailer, and drove to Fargo one.last.time. I'll have to go out there again for work and training over the next year or so but it'll be different. Starting yesterday, my official home is back in Fargo.
We lived out there for 2 years and 13 days (since October 25th, 2012). That small, one-bedroom apartment was our little home for our 3rd and 4th years of being married. We grew up there so much in the past 2 years.
We learned about each other.
We realized what "things" are important to us in life.
We learned patience (although I think I'm still working on that one.
I learned that there is so much more in life that I have even realized at 26 years old.
I gained confidence: in work, love, family life, and friendships.
Now it's hard to believe that we are already closing the door on that time in our lives -- the time where we were hardly even 25 years old and living rent-free above a lumberyard. There were times when it really felt like this day was never going to come. I have felt lonely, homesick, and even jealous of people living in Fargo and being around my friends and family many times throughout the course of the last 2 years. I really thought it would be hell waiting for this day, moving day, to come around. Now here it is, and I don't know if I'm 100% ready for it. Geez, can a girl ever just make up her mind about her feelings?
I felt weird all week - I say weird because I wasn't feeling as excited as I expected to be feeling throughout the last work week leading up to moving day. I've felt nostalgic; I've been reminiscing; I've been trying to soak up every second with coworkers that I truly have enjoyed working with. If I force myself to think about being in Fargo and everything that means and entails, then yes I'm definitely excited - totally, beyond-words-excited.
But it's a little scary, too. Once we settled in to that little apartment just over 2 years ago, I got comfortable - comfortable with life. We made our little one-bedroom apartment homey and cozy. We got our morning routines down. We found our favorite coffee shop that we liked to frequent on the weekends we were here. And I am great at my job. Now that all changes. Sure we'll be in Fargo which is obviously a familiar place considering we both grew up and spent the majority of our lives there. We already know our favorite coffee places and I could probably shop in that Target with my eyes closed. But the now a new apartment needs to be made homey and cozy. My morning routine is going to drastically change - instead of a 2-minute commute to a jeans-only job, I'll now have a 20-minute commute to a business-casual job. And don't even get me started on the job! I have spent the past 2 years basically kicking butt at my job. Now I'll be starting a brand new job that I've never even done before. Can you tell I don't exactly deal well with change?
It's definitely scary but change is exciting too, and I look forward to seeing what this next year of life holds for us. Cheers to the last 2 years! Fargo, bring it on.