OKC or Bust

When everything around me seems to be crashing down and coming to a halt, there’s another story in life that’s just beginning. Although its pages haven’t all been written yet, the introduction is beautiful enough to encourage me to keep writing. Keep moving forward. And to keep on smiling, even when the unknown lies ahead. The unknown that’s scary and full of change, change that I wonder if I’m ready to face.

I’ve had a love/hate relationship with DC these past two years. I’ve loved everything about my experiences, my jobs, my life, and my many adventures here. But there was part of me that easily found things to hate, to complain about, and to think were just plain awful. All of those things basically had to do with the reality that I had to grow up. I have such a tough life, I know. I was queen of the typical the grass is greener on the other side, type attitude. In hindsight, let me put it rather bluntly, my life has been pretty darn awesome. I should be jealous of my own adventures I’ve had these last two years from being in DC. I, in fact, am jealous of myself and what I’ve seen, done, and experienced. I’ve been living a glorified life, I’ve been rather spoiled, and I’m ok with that. So, although I’m only two years into this post-college life of mine, and expected to be an east coaster for just a little bit longer, it looks like the mid-west is calling my name, and my time here is coming to an end, an April 16th end. My two weeks are now in, and it's official, I’m moving to Oklahoma City to be closer to this one.

If anyone has any connections there, don't be shy, I need a job!!!