Anticipation

Everyone keeps telling me that this is going to be an adventure. And everyone knows adventure makes a good story. So here is the background to the adventure.

In June of 2008, I met my now husband. In October of 2008 he became my husband. In February of 2009 we decided he needed to look for a new job. Basically what it came down to was I got sick, we thought I was pregnant and so we realized we needed to be a little more financially secure. Priority number one became paying off the sizeable debt I had. But things being as they are in the world today, it wasn't until September of 2009 that a job was finally to be had. It was a frustrating, long, and somewhat worriesome road but we finally have a job. Patrick applied for so many jobs (everything from dishwashing - over qualified, to jobs in Alaska) and it is obvious that since we didn't get one until now, this is the one he is supposed to have. So adventure or not, Glendive, Montana - population 4,000, just got two new residents.

As to the title of my blog, "Anticipation." This is the emotion that I have right now. I have pictures of my soon to be place of abode, but I have not yet actually seen it in person. I have not traveled the 18+ hours to the town that I will soon call home. I have not yet met the people that I will be in "community" with for the next chapter of my life. I have not yet secured a job to keep my days busy and filled. Heck, I have not yet bought a winter coat that will keep out the awful strong cold winds I have read so much about. So anticipation I believe is a perfect word. I am excited. Part of me will be very sad to leave this place I call home and people I call family & friends. But part of me is excited.

Whenever I approach something new, I see it in movie form. I become a character in that movie. This movie is about a not so small town girl, moving to a small town. She is faced with all types of new experiences and challenges. Everything from learning the pace of the new town, to knowing what protective garments to wear in winter. But regardless of what comes her way, she forges on. Then we jump forward and she is as much a part of the small town as the next gal. This is no longer the strange and unknown, but it's her town. That's what I picture, that's what I invision, that's what I anticipate.

A chapter in your life is what you make of it. Wether you are moving to a small town in the far northeast of Montana or to a blossoming community in the northwest of Arkansas, if you determine to make it good it will be. If you are miserable where you are at, don't blame where you are at or who you are with, look at yourself.