My little sister wrote me a letter.
In it, she wrote, “I want you to move here, please.” She was referring to my hometown, where I moved from three years ago. Crazy how three years feels like yesterday, but also like a lifetime ago.
I want to write back to my sister and tell her that I know what our plans are, and where we’ll be in the next few years. I want to have an answer for her, and for myself.
But I can’t.
When I moved, I didn’t know what I was getting into. I didn’t know if I could get a job here, I didn’t know anyone except my roommate, and I had no connections to a church. I knew almost nothing of Oregon.
My inspiration to journey westward came from multiple areas, but particularly from this quote:
Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life… tip toe if you must, but take the step.
Since moving, I’ve written a book [coming soon], traveled eight countries, and married my best friend. My, how much I’ve grown.
What if we all took a moment today to reminisce on what we’ve done in the past three years? What if that one step set us on the path to somewhere we never imagined possible? Three years feels like yesterday, but also an eternity.
We may not know what the future holds, or how much we’ll learn in the process.
But is it worth it? I’d say so.