The idea of packing up my car with too many mismatched socks, memories turned into photo albums, all the necessary chargers (most definitely in a giant knot) a crockpot and basically 22 (almost 23) years of my life is certainly terrifying, but I’m doing it anyway, in only 23 days..
Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours” and that is exactly what I intend to do as I embark on this journey to Nashville…..
And here’s what makes it totally acceptable:
I’m still YOUNG.
I have to do this now, before “real life” really starts to take over. Besides my family, friends and puppy, what else am I attached to? I don’t own a home yet, I’m single and have no children, now is the perfect time. I don’t want to be 43 years old sitting on my couch while my children are sleeping wishing I had lived somewhere else and explored more than just the east coast. Once I settle down and have a family of my own, it will be much more difficult to pack up and move somewhere and disturb the lives of my loved ones. I can be selfish right now, I’m 22 years old and it’s basically just me (and all my baggage), but it’s now or never, and I’m choosing now.
I can ALWAYS come back.
Home will always be where I grew up, surrounded by a family who loves me and friends who make the darker days a little bit brighter. Rhode Island will always be here, the backroads to the ocean will always exist, Awful Awfuls will always be awfully big and awfully good, and the clam cakes and chowder will always be the best here, at home. These are the things I can always come home to, after awhile, I can decide to come back, Rhode Island and “my people” here will always welcome me back with open arms.
I’m going to experience something entirely new, ON MY OWN.
The Northeast is all I’ve ever known, now I get to experience life down South. Different food, different people, different music, and even different accents…..do people in other parts of the country actually pronounce the “r” in words such as park (in New England its pronounced “pahk”) ??? CHANGE IS GOOD, maybe a little scary, but good and needed every once and awhile. No one is coming with me to hold my hand and lead the way, I get to do this by myself and make this new experience all about what I want. Here’s to me and this adventure!
I have to let go and live my life for ME.
Many of my choices have been “safe” choices and ones that are best for the people around me, and I find that sometimes I don’t always do what is best for me. By relocating to Nashville, I can take a risk, let go of all that has held me back and do this for the satisfaction of no one other than myself. I can’t stick around waiting for life to finally bring me what I’ve always wanted, I have to go get it. I can now let go and I can have the fresh start I’ve been longing for.
I will be uncomfortable, but I will GROW.
I will not grow if I stay where I am, because here I am safe and comfortable, I need to feel uncomfortable and take risks in order to reach my full potential. It will not be easy, and I’ll probably wonder if I made the right decision, but I will be a better person because of it. Most importantly; however, I will become the teacher I have always wanted to be. With this leap of faith, with this step outside my comfort zone, with this risk, with this change, I am going to become ME.
So taking the advice of Henry David Thoreau, I will confidently move to Nashville, Tennessee where I will be granted the opportunity to finally make my dream of becoming a teacher a reality, and I will succeed, even in the most difficult of times.