It takes a village..

A lot of you know I’ve been living with my mom for a few months already since I made the move back to Raleigh. This season has been overwhelming for me in a lot of ways. I’ve lost a lot of independence, I’ve gone back and forth with the buyer on selling my Charlotte house (it finally closed- Praise God!) but I have been SO happy. Beyond filled with joy, just purely happy. My life is literally still in such a big transition (oh yeah- I decided that my 45 minute was too long and am changing schools again in two weeks...so I packed up my currently room and moved it this week, call me crazy I know!) 

I’ve said all this to say is that my life is hot mess. I’m living at home, dating a new (amazing) guy, switching jobs (again), selling a house but my happiness has been abundant. I never could figure it out except to say that God is amazing. But yesterday when I got home from work to change clothes real quick to head out to my new classroom to set up, I realized my room had been organized and my bathroom had been cleaned. I realized that in the midst of the chaos of living (quite messily I might add) in a space that’s not mine had been adding to my stress. Seeing my room neat and my clothes washed had me extremely grateful and stress free for just a moment. My mom (who shouldn’t be still taking care of me but is an amazing woman) saw a need and met it. My heart was yet again overwhelmed but this time with thankfulness. She didn’t have to do that. She could’ve nagged me until I did it but she didn’t. She stepped in and it stopped me in my tracks. Throughout this whole deal, Ive known that everyone in my life had been so supportive of this transition but in that moment I realized how much that affected me. As I drove to my new school to meet my wonderful sister in law who brought 4 kids to help me organize myself (again), I was yet again so thankful. So many of my friends and family have comforted me, helped me, encouraged me and kept me going through this whole thing and I can’t help but want to say thank you so much. I feel so undeserving yet happy that those close to me have been so incredibly supportive. I could list countless people that have been by my side through this big transition and I don’t even know where to begin but by saying thank you. Thank you for your words, thank you for your prayers, thank you for your excitement, thank you for mowing my grass, thank you for replying to my instastories, thank you for your kind words, thank you for encouraging me to do what my heart knew was right all along, especially to the ones who didn’t want me to go. I miss Charlotte. I miss my old job. I miss seeing my friends who live there. This has been hard and stressful and I can’t say thank you enough. It takes a village and thank you for being a part of mine. You don’t know how much that means to me.