I never expected to leave my hometown. We all always said we would, in one fashion or another, but few natural-born Rhode Islanders ever did and the ones that actually made it out almost always came back. It was a weirdly accepted phenomenon that no-one ever leaves or stays gone, so when my day came no-one really expected it to last.
Driving across the RI state line en-route to Grayson, Georgia is not an experience I’ll ever forget. I didn’t actually drive, a friend wiser than I offered to take the first leg of that 4am, 17hr trek. I assume that she knew something I wouldn’t know until it actually happened – crossing that state line was going to hit me harder than I ever imagined. I was really leaving home.
Not only was I leaving home, but I was heading to a territory wholly foreign to me. I had never stepped foot in Grayson. I had never personally seen the house I was about to move into. I was starting a new role working for a company I had been with something close to forever. I knew less than 2 people in the entire state, and in a week, my children would fly down to join me in our new community. My backseat held a TV and my golden retriever, Bailey. Together we were participating in a semi-cross-country drive where states I had only seen on a map would soon be spending quality time in my rearview. Surreal is downplaying it.
Settling in was interesting, as moving always is. I never realized just how much I took for granted. I always had someone I knew nearby to call for help when life threw me an experience I just hadn’t had yet. In this case, it was the hot water. It didn’t work. And although the water heater in the garage promised pressing that little red button would fix all my problems, it also chased that reassurance with an extremely daunting caution list. I remember pressing that button and then bee lining it outside, just in case I did, in fact, blow up the house. I laughed at myself, but it was also the first moment where I realized exactly what I had left behind. I wondered what was in store next for me…
Reader thought for the day… When was the last time you took a big leap of faith and how did it turn out for you? Would you do it again? What would you change and what would you hold on to? If you want to share – tell us about it! email Jennie@graysonlocal.org
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