From the West Coast to the Midwest

As I sit writing this in the warm sunshine, a blue jay squawks, its mate answers in the distance.  A soft, gentle ocean breeze caresses my face teasing my decision to leave it.  I question some decisions in life more than others, weighing the pros and cons several times, seeking guidance outside myself for the answer.  But not this time.

When my boyfriend was offered a job in Cleveland, Ohio, I instantly looked at a map and saw that it was adjacent to a Great Lake and decided I wanted to move there.  I asked the Universe for a sign to confirm my intuitive response regarding such a drastic life change.  Within five minutes, I found myself standing under a large sign reading Cleveland Avenue.  Ok, there it was. 

Sure, I’ve heard it’s really cold…and snowy…and icy…and gray for six months straight.  Cleveland has been rated as one of the most dangerous and worst places to live in all of America (how rude!).  Yet, none of these hideous reviews altered my decision, as I just know deep within that I am supposed to move there.  Fear has occasionally attempted to crawl into my psyche, but I kindly tell it to buzz off.  Trusting in myself, the unconditional love and support of my boyfriend and my belief that all change is good, I am saying goodbye to the blue skies and ocean lifestyle that I have come to enjoy so much in California.  I will be trading in my flip flops for Ugg boots, my swimsuit for a down jacket and my comfort for adventure. 

I will do my best to capture our process of moving across the country, as this will, undoubtedly, be no small feat.  Neither of us has ever lived off the West Coast, and I have never even been to the Midwest.  Regardless, I’m very excited to see what Cleveland and the Midwest has to offer.  I’ve heard it’s a foodie paradise, so that should suit me well.  Wish us luck!

(Source: infiniteself.net)