It is strange to think that Drew and I haven’t been “home” in six months… that is half of a year… simultaneously feeling like we were there yesterday and that we haven’t been there in ages. My heart swells at the thought of it and yet…
The last six months have probably been the hardest/best months of my life. Drew and I have gone through the ringer and sat on cloud 9. It has been a season of learning. Learning about our new city and making it our own (you guys, LA is so good!), learning about how to be in a marriage with out being “that married couple”, learning about who we are together in business and in life, learning how to be a freelancer… The list goes on and on. Working through extreme struggle, health problems, financial worry… but then, when the light breaks through, when the clouds part, and we find ourselves standing in the sun, it is glorious.
In one month we will be going back “home” and I am extremely excited, but to be honest, I am a little nervous. Everyone we left behind has lived life, grown, changed, done and seen things that we haven’t been apart of. The thing is, that fear is pointless, a vapor filling my loungs, evaporating as fast as it came. Because, to be honest, it doesn’t matter. All of those people, those wonderful people, transcend distance. Everything I feel separating us (you know… 2,500 miles) will vanish in an instant and joy, love, laughter, and magic will take it’s place.
Michigan I will see you soon… get ready.