This is my 19th day living in Florida after moving from Minnesota where I had lived all my life (except the one year I lived in Wisconsin). To say it’s been an emotional experience moving away from my son, my family, my friends, and my community is an understatement.
I’ve cried a lot.
Down right bawled, some days.
Like last night I literally sobbed myself to sleep. I was feeling lonely and I was feeling like I’m in the uncomfortable space between.
The space between MN and FL. The space where I miss my son, I miss my friends and I miss the Minnesota life I was comfortable in. The space in Florida where I’m in the process of getting settled and still don’t know too many people here and don’t fully know my way around… But I KNOW I’m supposed to be here. That space.
And the space between where I know it will get better and it will get easier. I just don’t know when. That space between.
That’s where faith and trust come in. The faith and trust will help me move out of the space between and into the new space of the next chapter in my life.
Then this morning I woke up and headed across the street to walk on the beach and to watch the sunrise. I was so excited when I saw a dolphin that seemed to be swimming so close to the shore. I felt kinda like a little kid filled with glee having an experience with the dolphin. The dolphin was swimming south and I was walking south at the same pace. I literally felt like I was walking with a dolphin on the beach. It was a joyful experience!
And I saw a crab in the water, a great blue heron, several other birds, lots of turtle tracks and sand crabs, too.
I even found some beautiful seashells that washed up on shore.
And I met a nice family that just moved here 1 1/2 months ago. They were walking with the dolphin, too. I struck up a conversation with them. And the mom, Heather, said she cried for the first 3-4 weeks after moving here, too… Some how I felt better knowing that.
Although this has been an emotional journey to step out of my comfort zone to move to Florida by myself, I do trust all of it will get easier. And on the days I struggle a bit, I will head to the beach. Because each time I go to the beach I have a magical experience that seems to make me feel sooooo much better. And it seems to wash away my sadness.
I’m grateful I get to be here.
And although I easily cry in the middle of a conversation with a stranger, I have no regrets. I’m happy I made this leap of faith to Florida. I trust I’m in the right place. And I trust I’m moving into my new space.