So as I have been hinting the past 4 months, my landlord is selling my townhome. So after much thought, I am leaving Pennsylvania. I never wanted to live here. And I have never truly felt as if I belonged here. Originally both Tavo and I put in for jobs in New York, California, Washington, and Illinois. Washington got back to us first, and we started looking for houses. Weeks pass with not many prospects, we decide well maybe we were going to drop everything and move down there on a whim. Stay with my friend on her property if we had to. We, as a family were all just so over Pennsylvania. I started to tell friends about the Washington move and everyone was excited. Then the worst thing possible happened. His job fell through. We were left feeling hopeless.
But I am a firm believer in what is meant to happen will, and we were offered more money in Chicago. Chicago was also a better choice because here we have my in laws and my kids can see their grandparents. After a few trips back and fourth, we finally have everything in order. Our moving pod arrives in two days and this all is really happening!
I am nervous but excited all at the same time. It means a bigger home and space. Better job, better schools, and the chance for a fresh start that we all desperately need.
I am going to miss my little home. It wasn't so small that we felt crowed. It was warm and snug. It brought us closer together. I was ridiculously proud if the fact the we upcyled everything. All our furniture was second hand. We didn't waste a ton of money on nonsense to make our house a home. I have so much pride for what we put into it and it always made me smile when people told me how at home they felt here. God I am going to miss it!
The funny thing is, when I first thought about making this post, I was going to list all of the things I hated about Pennsylvania and that all that I loved was my family and home. But as I started writing and digging deeper into my thought process, I started to look through old photos I had online saved from our life here in PA strung out over the past 12 years. Not everything was bad. In fact, there is quite a lot about Pennsylvania, especially my little city that I did like. Dare I say love?
So I am feeling inspired. I would like to share some of that with you. I created a list of things that I either loved about living here. OR that happened that are special along with some more images from our life here in PA over the years.
I think that ultimately leaving in this way is far better than leaving on a mad or hateful vibe. So on that note, here is my list in no magic order!
Rocky horror picture show
Philly china town
Harvest of the arts
Farmer's on the square
My secret rock
The Trout gallery
The local pool
Fair grounds fireworks
2 of my children were born here
My oldest grew from child to adult
My last memories with my dad were here
Planting basil with my dad every year, then planting it in his honor with the kids
The old labor house
Coffee on my back porch
Catching salamanders in the back yard
The lung cancer community
Learning my passion for photography
Becoming more politically active
Seeing Bernie Sanders Speak
Now for our next Journey.