Today marks 6 years since I moved to Dallas. Who'da thunk it? 6 years ago I took a huge risk and moved my entire life to a state I hadn't lived in for 20 years, no job and no house. I lived in my grandmother's condo for free since she wasn't using it, and I set out to find that job that would let me stay. Looking back on that, I can't believe I did that. I tend to be conservative and over think things, but that decision felt 100% right. I was miserable in Boston and needed to get out.
During these 6 years I found a love for running, found out I can in fact cook (yay!), found a job I'm still loving (though it does provide its fair share of drama), got Allie, and I turned 30 here. Not bad if you ask me. I have a great group of friends, love going to soccer and hockey games, battled through an injury, and finding the joy of running again. 6 years is also half the time I lived in Boston. Can I do another 6 years in Dallas? Who knows.