Since high school, I have been saying that I am moving to California. First it was for college. College came and I didn’t make the leap for a few different reasons. I told myself it was okay because I would get the opportunity again when I apply for master’s degree. When application time approached, I visited schools such as UCLA and USC with my grandparents. Simultaneously, I applied for jobs at home. I’m not sure why I did that if I knew I wanted to move, but I did. I got offered a job working for the state of Connecticut and took it. I figured I would work a couple years, save money, have the job help pay for school in CT, and then make the move. Two years was quickly approaching at my job and my masters was not completed and there was no plan to move.
I was torn between wanting stability and wanting adventure. I couldn’t tell if I would be okay leaving my family behind and starting over. I didn’t know if I should be content and appreciative of the career I had and all the benefits that came with it.
Ultimately, I chose adventure and this is what it felt like to leave.