The thought of starting over terrifies me.
Six years ago, I was both scared and excited to move 5 hours from home to live in a new city, and be with strangers. Who would have thought that I would engage in some of the most outrageous and unforgettable events, and meet my closest friends in So Cal?
After my program at the Academy, I would have to move again. Reflecting back on the outcome from my initial move, one could easily argue that I could be engaging in even more unforgettable events, and meeting more close friends. But at the moment, I am not ready for anything “better” because quite honestly, who knows if it truly would be.
Making friends in your twenties is so much harder than it was when you were two. Back then, anyone who has anything you want to play with could easily be your best friend. Not to mention having your nanny right behind you whose skirt you could hide under if you get scared. Now you are exposed and have to deal with the consequences of everything.
Everything is well right now. I have a nice little apartment with all the amenities I want and need. I have a roommate whom I have known since dorm days. I have a group of close-knit friends that I can trust with all my baggage. My church is exceptional and is reflective of my own thoughts and convictions. I love my Life Group and their willingness to step out of their comfort zone. All is well.
However, sometimes we need to think of the future. Though the status quo is fine and dandy, I will need to establish a career and make money to support myself. Unfortunately, Orange County is not media central and I will not get a job as a news broadcaster here. Hence the need to move.
If only more television stations were in Orange County, my dilemma would be resolved.
