Exactly 19 days ago, I touched down in D.C. on a one-way flight from San Diego. When the plane was safely parked at its gate, my very patient and loving dog (who had never been on a flight before) looked at me with the same look I was giving him – what on earth were we doing?
Leo (the dog) and I just spent a year, living in San Diego with miles of beaches, an abundance of sunshine, and plenty of opportunity to be outside and experience both. Yet for months, I deliberated over moving home as these wonderful things don’t replace friendships, good times, and family.
Our year out west definitely had its fair share of challenges but the immense personal growth I experienced more than made up for it, and I don’t regret the decision at all (I never would have met my furry companion otherwise). Taking a year “off” from the east coast, made me a stronger, more self-aware person who left knowing exactly who she is and what she wants out of life. I left DC (seemingly) angry and toxic and came back lighter, happier, and more confident than I’ve ever been. No longer does the crazy stuff matter in fact, not much does matter in the scheme of things, so long as you’re happy. It’s this mantra that has made my first 2 1/2 weeks utter bliss (even the moving, unpacking, and furniture assembly put a smile on my face).
Since I’ve been home, I’ve rarely had a night in, making new friends and connecting with old ones. I’m so lucky to be back where I truly belong.