Almost 10 years ago, my husband and I were unemployed and looking for a new adventure. We had no children. We had both finished graduate school a year earlier, both had jobs that weren’t for us and decided to look outside of Georgia. A job offer, that he wasn’t entirely excited about, brought us to Tennessee.
Things didn’t go exactly as I had expected. That job, turned out to be something he loved. He had an amazing boss, co-workers he loved, and he grew and flourished there for 7 years. We didn’t have many friends for awhile. I worked in Nashville. My work friends, were in Nashville. Then, just a few months after moving here, I found out I was pregnant. I went from working to staying home and mostly being alone.
Then I took all the extrovert that I had inside of me and went to a MOMS Club meeting, knowing no one. I had only spoken to one person on the phone, a fellow Georgia fan. Hallelujah for Alia. If it hadn’t been for that hint of home in my phone conversation with her I’m not sure I would have been brave enough to go to that meeting. But I went and I met several ladies. I joined a walking group. I made friends.
Over the next several years those friends were there for my family and I during losing my grandmother, miscarriages, depression, making this place feel like home. They were there for joyous events as well. Backyard cookouts, girls nights, having my baby girl. We built a family here.
I have genuinely loved nearly everything my children have been involved in here. I have been so fortunate to have an amazing pediatrician (who I actually like talking to), I can’t even put into words how I feel about the lovely, wonderful Dr. Rupe. I switched to her after my first miscarriage after finding out I was pregnant while still waiting for a cycle. Sadly, that pregnancy ended in miscarriage as well, but she was so amazing that saying she was amazing doesn’t do her justice.
We’ve lived our lives here. We’ve cried, we’ve laughed, we’ve grieved, we’ve rejoiced. One of my favorite sights, to this day, are the hills I see from the interstate as I drive from The Hill into Franklin. Things are so green here and beautiful! It’s not nearly as humid as Georgia. And there are so many people here, people that I love. People who I will miss dearly and sincerely hope that we still see, despite the physical distance.
As I near our moving date (only two more days, and honestly I’m procrastinating more cleaning and the last bit of packing to write this), I’m having all the feelings. I’m excited about my new freelance adventure, and the possibilities that holds. It feels like I’m getting the chance to truly live my dream. I’m scared shitless and excited beyond words all at the same time. I’m excited to see my Georgia peeps and take my kids to some of my favorite Georgia places. But, I’m sad that I’m not going to be spending my days with my peeps at the pool. There won’t be a downtown splashpad day this summer. When we have cookouts, there will be people missing, that I will be missing.
All the feelings. I haven’t cried yet. It’s bubbling below the surface. Fingers crossed it happens before or after I’m in the car 6 hours with an anxious dog and kids who are going to fight most likely. At least I can give the dog something to chill her out.
Tennessee, this is not a final goodbye. We will cross paths. We will get to visit each other. And when I am not close to you, you will be in my thoughts and my heart.