A year ago today, I pulled into the driveway of my new condo, in my new city, in my new state. It was a condo I bought over the phone. The city and state? I picked those out especially for me after seeing them in real life.
I pulled up very deep roots in Southern California and packed up all my belongings and drove out to Colorado. And I have never looked back. As I was driving up I-25 I saw a sign on the side of the freeway. I was less than 5 miles from my new life. It was about 5:00 and the sun was starting to set over the Front Range. It was beautiful. My cat, Mew Ling, was in her kennel in the passenger seat. The sign was for a building company, maybe Laing Homes, and it simply said “Welcome Home”. I looked at Mew and she looked at me and I told her, “Well, here we are. Home. The sign even said so.”
The move was made at the most difficult time of my life. The decision to move had been made before my life got so difficult and complicated. But I stuck with the plan, because it’s what I felt God wanted me to do. And He has blessed me and blessed me and blessed me a thousand times over since then.
It’s difficult for me to believe that it has been a whole year. It has been a great year. A full year. I almost can’t wait to see what year number two holds in its hands for me.
Welcome Home, indeed.