My move to Miami happened so subtly if you blinked you may have missed it. One day in December of 2015, I just woke up and knew. Christian and I had been dating long distance for a year and half, and something inside me just snapped. I couldn’t spend one more day apart from the man I was falling more and more in love with. So a few weeks later I packed three suitcases (TG for Southwests 2 free bags am I right?), had a small going away dinner with a few close friends, and left Dallas not really knowing when I’d be back or what awaited me in Miami. I felt incredibly vulnerable, and I didn’t want to carry the doubt embedded in other peoples opinions. So when the time came, I just quietly left.
I remember so vividly the feelings of anxiety and insecurity that accompanied my move. After all I was uprooting my entire life for a guy, something I had sworn I wouldn’t do. “He can come to me.” I said. “Oh I won’t move unless we’re engaged.” I said. My biggest fear was looking stupid, things not working out as I planned, my relationship failing and having to come back home with my tail between my legs. If I told everyone I was moving and why, then they would all know when it didn’t work out. I’d have to dodge the crushing gaze of their “I told you so eyes”, and listen to the hollow tones of their pitying platitudes. I was taking a huge risk for love and I was terrified.
In case you missed the memo, Christian and I are getting married next year (see our engagement story here), so I feel pretty good about how things panned out. I think I can officially file my move in the win column for slightly impulsive gut decisions.
Now after almost three and a half years, the time has come for me to say “Thank you, next.” to Miami. I am so excited to officially announce that Christian and I are moving to Dallas this month! This decision has been a long time coming, and I am just so excited to be moving back to Texas. Miami and I have had a bit of a tempestuous relationship during my tenure here. Honestly if it weren’t for Christian, it is not a place I would have ever chosen to live. However, this city has taught me invaluable lessons about love, patience, and pain, as the song goes. And even though I’m saying “Thank you, next.“, I’ve realize that I’m so grateful for my ex (city). Which is all you can really ask, right?