March 18, 2011

The best move I ever made

I had lived in the same city since I was four years old. I was hanging out with people I had known since high school. They were a wonderful group. But I realized we always did the same things, with the same people.

We rarely tried anything different or met anyone new. We were in what one might call a rut. Or at least I felt like I was. And I wanted more.

It can easily become that way when you live in the same city your whole life. My world was very small. If it was ever going to expand I would have to, as one friend put it, get out of my comfort zone. I decided I would move to another city.

I had never imagined leaving my hometown. But life was not turning out the way I had envisioned in many ways. I was not married, or a mother. And I was in my 30s. That was most definitely not The Plan I’d had for my life.

After much consideration and a year of planning, I made the big move. I chose a city I had visited in my business travels and loved. It was the best decision I ever made.

I created a new life I absolutely loved. It was in many ways liberating to move to a place where I knew no one. I was starting over. Not that my life before had been so terrible; it hadn’t. But I had the rare and exciting opportunity to build the life I wanted from scratch.

I loved life in my new city so much I wrote an online column about it for the local newspaper. People used to joke I should have worked for the Chamber of Commerce. I was quite the ambassador for my new home town.

I met the man who would become my husband three years after moving. As eager as I was to get married and have children, I’m glad I had the opportunity to build my new life before he became a part of it.

We were both older. So we preferred a small, intimate ceremony. We had a beautiful destination wedding at the beach attended by close friends and family. It was perfect.

At the age of 40, I became a first time mother. A lifelong dream was realized. The path I had taken to get to that moment was not the one I would have predicted. But, just because things don't turn out as you expect, it doesn't mean they don't turn out well.

This week's Red Writing Hood assignment was to write - fiction or non-fiction - about a time when you took a detour. Where had you intended to go and where did you end up? Word limit is 600.

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