i wish i could have seen you this week!
can’t wait to see you and your mama…
It’s been exactly 3 months since I left Minnesota for Utah. The funny thing is that to me it feels like it’s been 3 years.
I was telling my mom on Tuesday night about how I’ve been feeling since I left and how crazy sometimes I think I am for moving across the country for this amazing opportunity.
I think it’s easy to get discouraged, to get down, to feel lost, and to want to go home -even though I’m not sure where that would be.
Either way, I’ve been thinking a lot about how even through all the challenges and moments of shear panic about this huge change in my life, I truly am blessed.
I’ve learned more about myself in the last 3 months then I had in the last 3 years in Minnesota. I’ve learned who are my true friends. I’ve learned about what love really means. I’ve definitely learned about being open minded and I’ve learned about leaning…leaning on the one person who is always there no matter what.
I am grateful for all the small moments, especially in the last few weeks. For people checking in on me, dropping by the house just to say hi, checking in on me when I’ve been in pain and mostly I’m more grateful than ever before for my mom.
I was thinking back to when Minnesota became home…wondering how long it took, when it actually happened. After leaving Wisconsin, I never thought anywhere else would be that place for me and I guess deep down because I grew up there it will always be in my heart and part of my soul but as I drove out of my driveway on December 19, 2008, I knew that Minnesota really had become my home. It was where I became an adult, where I grew up, where I came into my own in my career and where I found the greatest gift of my life.
Minnesota was where my heart was…I’ve had to let go a little bit to start to grow here in Utah. Right now, Utah, really isn’t home yet – I’m not sure if it will be but I’m staying open and letting it be a process and only time will tell. I know that most of it really is up to me.
More than ever, I was reminded of this. At BYU, every Tuesday, there is a hour long devotional. Everything stops – no classes, no meetings, etc. – I try to attend these as it’s such an amazing blessing to have that small amount of time just to regroup. I also get to tape them on TV here in UT – one of the perks of living here. This week’s devotional spoke so strongly to me, I wanted to share it with you. Take the time to listen. It has application to so many things in our lives and the experiences we all go through no matter what you religion you belong. Devotional: Carol Wilkinson.
Tonight we had the first of many, I hope, MN groupie dinner parties at my new place. It was great.
Everyone that was there was either from MN or had a connection to those people from MN. There were close to 25 of us total. Mama Wilson and Bessers even showed up!
It was so great to see everyone and personally, I really needed it.
Here are pictures from the night’s events.