Moving On and Moving Out

Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land. For I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.
Genesis 28:15

There are critical points in our life that we let define us. The realization of a passion, an epiphany in faith, a venture into love. These countless pink walls have housed all these precious and immeasurable experiences. This house has become a symbol and part of me over these four short years.

This journey began with the move in process. A big new city I had yet to call home, and a house that didn't even have hot water. The first night I spent in this house I cried out of exhaustion. It was my body preparing itself to let go of the mundane and embrace the unforeseen future. As the walls filled with pictures, and the dishes were in the cabinets, the place became home. At night, as the house would make creeks and settle deeper into the old foundation, I was just beginning to settle into my own. Each person that passed through the doorway and trafficked into my heart of a house left a footprint that could not be altered. Some people only stayed the night, but others have never left. This home housed my shifts of perspective and the pain it included.

This house was my sweet escape of the judgmental world I had met in these years. As I changed my mind and my taste, it would willingly welcome the new paint and furnishings that came with it. There was no criticism or complaint, it was my free canvas to make my living space the haven I had always wanted. As a result my passion thrived, and my future career took form. This house gave way to a future that I could and should love.

This house was the beginning of the self exploration that led me to be the person I am today. As life presented me with hardships, the house gave me a wall to lean on. The carpet soaked up my tears and elevated me to place of higher thinking. This house allowed me to gain my independence.

Now, it is the time to say goodbye. I am off to somewhere new and foreign. Saying goodbye is one of the hardest things I'll ever do, but it is not with out purpose. Great things aren't meant to last forever for their qualities would soon become mundane. Revisting the old seems dim, like I am taking steps backwards. However, I have to believe that this is for the good, and something greater will arise.

So here's to you little pink house.

We'll miss you and never forget you.

P, S. I can't wait to see the things we do.