This past week, I have been having this strange sort of feeling about leaving Idaho. I couldn’t quite put my finger on that feeling though. It wasn’t sad, scared, or nervous. Today I finally figured it out, it feels like I am leaving home.
I left home the first time in 2001, to go to college. I grew up in Reno, Nevada and went to school at the University of Idaho, in Moscow Idaho. I knew no one, other than my grandfather who lived in Moscow. But we weren’t close. I was terrified and incredibly excited.
I have lived in Idaho now for almost 10 and a half years. In those years, it has become home. While I have lived in two different parts of the state, the whole place feels like home to me now.
I think part of that has to do with the fact that those 10 years have been incredibly formative. In that time I have:
Gone away to college, made life-long friends, felt my first heartache, had friends die, had family members die, loved in capacities that I didn’t even know was possible, lived in a dorm, lived in an apartment, lived alone, gone on road trips with friends, had summer jobs all over the country, graduated from college, been engaged, gotten married, moved in with my husband, searched for jobs, worked at my first job, made a whole new slew of life-long friends, watched my friends get married, have babies, and get divorced, bought a house, bought a car, become a landlord, become an aunt, become pregnant, and moved in with my in-laws.
It’s alot of living that happens between 18 and 28. And honestly, there are only a few moments of it I would change.
But, now it’s time to move forward, to look forward to the incredible life changes that will come in the next 10 years.
This move to Wyoming, sort of fits. New state, new baby, new work situation. Again, all new, just like the last time I left home. And I’m ready.