It's no secret that I haven't been handling this whole "hey, we're up and moving from Charlotte" thing well. I just haven't. I love Charlotte. I liked our life here. But alas, it is time to move on. That's the life of a football family. It's just the way it is. This is the first time I'm truly experiencing it. And it's been an experience, that's for sure.
My dear friend, Mia, has been such a cheerleader, encourager, shoulder, listening ear and friend through all of this. It is quiet certain that without her, this whole thing would be a lot worse. She's a football wife, too. She's been through all of this a time or two. She's been helping me navigate this whole transition.
She told me to remember "Home," by Phillip Phillips. She told me to make it my anthem; to listen to the lyrics and let them sooth me. Mr. Husband would make any place we go home. To trust that.
The highlight of my day, today?
How freaking ironic is it that Phillip Phillips will be in concert in the small, Podunk town of Buise Creek just weeks after I move?
Universe? I'm listening. I'm trusting. Sometimes things are just too coincidental.
Sounds like it's meant to be, love!
ReplyDeleteUm, perfect. You HAVE to go!
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