It's Really Happening

Today, our Disneyland passes expired.

Though this is always a sad event, today it is especially sad. It's especially sad because we aren't going to renew. Ever.

I guess this makes it really real. We're moving.

It's not like we didn't see this coming. We have been talking about this for the better part of a year. It has been semi- decided since about February. We picked a date to move earlier this month.

It's not like we've packed. It's not like we've reserved a moving truck. It's not like we are prepared to move in 27 days.

But this meager 2 1/2- hour trip to Disneyland marked the beginning of what I expect it extreme emotions for Jake and me. As I posted on Instagram when we left, "It is finished." Not to be sacrilegious or anything... but it's kind of a big deal.

Southern California has been our home for the past 6 years, and the only home Jake and I have known together. This is where we met, date, and have been spending our newlywed years.

As our newlywed years come to a close (according to some), so is our time in Southern California. After our 2nd anniversary we will official make the trek up to the Bay Area. It's the most bittersweet decision we have ever made.

We are of course excited to move; there is ultimately a reason we have decided to. We will be close to family, on both sides. We will have a handful of solid ling-term friends. We will work our way into our dream jobs. We will find a home church we love, a Trader Joe's where they know our names, and will be on a co-ed church softball team. We will one day purchase a home and have kids who can grow up knowing the same families until they go off to college. It's perfect.

But... there's always a but. We are leaving every single friend we have made as a couple. We are leaving our Alma Mater, where I currently love my job. We will leave a couple who has unknowingly mentored us through our dating, engaged, and married years- as well as their kids whom we adore. We will leave a comfortable apartment, Jake's comfortable job, our comfortable well-established church, and a comfortable almost-always-75-degrees. And we will leave the beach.

Oh, the beach.

But I was never promised a comfortable life. Comfortable so often can lead to lukewarm. Jake and I aren't called to be lukewarm. We are called to honor our families, our callings, and His plan for us. So, we are packing up (one day I really will start packing) and moving, uncomfortable as it is, to San Jose. In doing so, we hope that God will continue to reveal what he has in store for us as a family, whatever that may be.






On a logistical note, if you aren't doing anything in 27 days I am willing to bribe you with Chick-fil-A breakfast to help us pack a moving truck.

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