Alana and I spent this entire weekend with both sides of our family, and it was fantastic. We celebrated the first birthday of her second cousin, her niece’s third birthday, and my oldest brothers last year in his thirties! We only got a precious few hours to ourself Saturday morning, which we spent watching Frozen for the very first time (we loved it!)
I normally feel very chaotic when a whole weekend goes by and I barely get anytime to just relax at home. I feel gypped, and kind of like the weekend didn’t happen. I was thinking that I would definitely feel that way about this weekend with all the running around we were doing to all of these birthday celebrations, but I didn’t at all. I felt fantastic. I had a great weekend, we both did. Because we were with our families.
When Alana and I talk about our future it’s always with a plan to eventually move off the East Coast. We talk about picking up and moving to California, Colorado, Hawaii, or the Portland/Washington area. I’ve only lived in this one state my entire life, over the span of two counties that lie side by side with one another. This is all I’ve ever known. Sure, I’ve traveled. I’ve been to Mexico and The Dominican Republic, and Canada.
But this is the only home I’ve known. I’ve only lived on the East Coast of the United States, and there’s a very big world out there.
Alana has always wanted to live in California, or somewhere on the West Coast herself, and we talk about raising a family there in the future. Or at least picking up and moving for a few years, just to try it out. Just to experience what life could be like outside of this area.
After spending this wonderful weekend with our family Alana confessed to me “I wouldn’t be surprised if we never moved out of the area.” I asked her what she meant, although I didn’t have to. I knew what she meant. Who would want to leave this? The plethora of close family and close friends around that we both have independently of each other, and trifold as a couple? There’s so much love, warmth, and help surrounding us hear. I feel like all of these ties will only deepen when we actually get married next Fall.
Are we ever going to be able to leave? Is it smart to? Can I really leave most of my family and friends behind to go have an adventure elsewhere?
A big part of me thinks that I can’t, but a bigger part of me thinks that I can. I think I do want to leave someday, even if its only for a few years, more than I want to stay without ever leaving. I’m too curious. The world is too big, and I want to experience it.
Here’s to hoping that we come to a decision together, when the time is right. Here’s to hoping that our hearts end up desiring the same thing.
Cause at times there are clouds in my head, and stars behind my eyes, and I can feel myself being the type of woman who totally goes off for some time and has an adventure.