So, here we are again...this time last year we were having the same conversations. The same questions and concerns were on topic. We were in a position that we should be moving, but yet we just hadn't climbed in the car and gone. With a sweet job in place, a house already leased and my best friend waiting for my arrival. My husband and I sit wondering what continues to keep us here. Last year it was fear. Fear of failure, fear of the unknown, fear of making the wrong decisions. This year we were 100% confident. There was 'NO FEAR' involved or holding us back. We were ready, hands down. But how come it's moving day and we are still here in Florida? Why aren't we spending our first night in our "new" house, waiting to start a new job on Monday? The only answer I have is because we are supposed to be. Tuesday night, I sat on a pew holding on to my husband as we grieved the loss of our friend and we realized what our family is missing and it wasn't what we had thought (more about this later). So, do we stay or do we go? There are many many reasons to stay here and endless possibilities if we go, but one thing is here that I can't get back and that is time. Time with our parents, our brothers and sisters and their families, especially our nieces and nephews who are growing so fast.
Time is short, life is short and it looks like "Our Big Adventure" will be continuing here in Florida. With short trips to new places here and there.
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