Monday, 04 August 2008

• Moving, part one: You say goodbye

  On Friday, I bid a fond farewell to Fargo-Moorhead.  It was a tough exit. 
  
  Jake and I left behind the only part of the country in which we've ever lived.  I will forever be a North Dakota girl.  My personality, work ethic, and concept of "extreme weather" has been molded by my ND upbringing.  North Dakota has knoephla soup, kuchen, rolling prairies, and (generally speaking) really nice people.  In North Dakota (and in Minnesota and SD, too), I feel safe, secure, and at-home.  Things are predictable (except the weather!).  In my hometown, people take care of each other.  Plus, my dad's whole family lives there... so it was hard to leave.
  
  I left my sister, who is one of my best friends.  We've never lived more than five hours apart.  We've never gone more than a month or two without seeing each other.  I probably won't see her again until Christmas.  We bawled.  I left my nephew.  He's growing so fast, I just hate to miss anything.  He's becoming such a great kid, and he has so much personality to share.  God gives me joy through my nephew.  I left my parents... Mom and I have become friends in the last few years.  No more lunch-dates with her.  And it's always tough for a daddy's girl to leave her papa.  And I left my brother, who I always wish I could have spent more time with.
  
  Jake and I have friends in Fargo.  We just started hanging out with some of his co-workers, and we really clicked with them.  And then we had to bid them adieu.
  
  But as hard as it was, we left.  After all, Jesus called us to go to Idaho, and probably for reasons we don't fully know yet.  On Friday, we had no idea what we would find upon arriving in our new state of Idaho...
  
  

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