At 21 I moved across the country to a place I had never been to. A fresh start, a new life, a new opportunity.
I was living in Iowa, feeling stuck. Frustrated that I was doing the same thing everyday with nothing getting me excited for the next day to follow. It was a few days after my birthday in the middle of January, and I was sitting alone in my house. My lease had expired and I had one more month before I had to get out. Looking at multiple homes to rent was exhausting me, because I knew I was only looking for a place that would let me move in as soon as possible. I barely had money and was going to have to settle for something cheap and a place that would make me feel uninspired. I began to cry and felt trapped in a place, a town, a state I didn’t even want to live in. It was cold outside with no hope of Spring when I looked out my window. The trees were naked. The ground was white contrasted with brown gray mud. The sun was nonexistent from the thickness of the clouds and large amounts of smog caused by the factory that was part of the town. The lack of color and brightness just plainly sucked. I hated it, but didn’t know what to do.
My boyfriend had been to Albuquerque a month before. He had suggested to move there when he got back, but we both came to the conclusion that it would be nearly impossible. We looked at each other like, “yeah right”. We shoved that dream out of our heads, both feeling trapped in this place we don’t want to call home.
Then my birthday came along, and a few days later I was crying from the thought of being one year older, with no hope in the distance for my future. Just finishing a semester at a community college I didn’t want to go to. Getting crappy grades, even though I got 85 percent or higher on almost every test I took. Mad that I felt forced into going to college by my mother and the school system, because they said that would be my way to a future. Upset that I had been pretty much dictated my whole life into not doing what I want. Always making me feel inferior to people who go to college, who get great grades, who have internships, and who make over minimum wage. These people who have their life planned out like one of those 10 step processes to losing weight. Well, that cry fest I had for myself popped an idea into my head. I decided to not go back to college. I decided to say heck yeah to moving across the country, and start living a whole different life.
I told my boyfriend that it was time to live our life in a new place. We knew even if it was going to be hard we were going to make it happen. One month later we were moving. Packed our belongings and drove our way to our new home. We arrived a few days later in a city with mountains surrounding it and plenty of sunshine. It’s been 3 months, and I am so grateful for choosing to live my life the way I want it. All I had to do was take my life into my own hands. Take risks, even if they seem impossible, because anything is possible. I know that now. All I had to do was take a step in the direction I wanted to go… well in this case, I started running to my destination.