It's been more than a year since my better half took a new job opportunity that landed on our doorstep as if out of no where. And six weeks after he left, we followed.
It was a year ago today that the kids and I were wheels up, Florida bound. I cried when the plane took off. Big fat tears of sadness. Ugly cries. I'm sure it didn't freak my kids out at all. Change is scary. Leaving the people you know and love, also scary. And horribly sad. And everything happened at lightening speed. The house we loved, our first home, the one we brought our kids home from the hospital to, sold super fast. And we had to leave.
We arrived to a two bedroom apartment where BGB (throw back on the acronym) had to sleep in a bathroom. And elephants lived upstairs. We went through house after house, offer after offer. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that was all happening for a reason but at the time, it sucked. But we landed where we were supposed to.
A lot has happened in a year. Some of it good, great even. Some of it terribly sad. All of it for a reason.
We have made a home here. A home we love. Surrounded ourselves with people who make us better or who at least make us laugh. We have nuzzled right in. But what we haven't done is forgotten. The people and place we loved. The friends who we made our family. Their spot is still firmly planted in our hearts. Always will be. That's the beauty of friendship. As long as you nourish it, it grows.
That's what's cool about life. It changes. But some things, don't have to.