At the urging of some friends, I have started a blog to chronicle our family’s recent switch in our surroundings, routines and perspectives on life.
Recently, our family moved from a suburb near a large city where we had spent the last six years entrenching ourselves in the community. We built our dream home and planned to stay until the kids graduated from high school. Our daughter was born four years ago and that was the only place she knew. I was heavily involved in the PTA, my husband and I both served at our local church, our children were loved by so many people and our son, a 10-year-old math and science genius, was attending a special program.
All that changed when we learned our very best friends were moving away to start something that we knew we wanted to be a part of. My gut told me that we had to follow them. This line of thinking was irrational and not like me. I couldn’t help but notice that anytime I spoke of this possible life switch, my eyes lit up and my insides sparkled. Nothing about this crazy idea seemed crazy when I vocalized our plans aloud. How could this be?
Following this line of thinking meant uprooting our family and everything we knew and moving to a small town with very few job prospects and even fewer things to do for fun.
And that’s exactly what we did.
I hope that you will consider joining me on this journey of self discovery as I learn what it’s like to trade in my big city dreams for small town bliss.
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