Tuesday, four days before I leave...

This has been a long time coming...

No, not the blog, the move.


I have decided to blog my year (or so) in Michigan, however, just to keep note of what I'm going, where I'm going and to see just how far I've come. I don't want to miss a thing while I'm in the great Midwest, nor do I want you to miss a thing. This is kind of for all those that can't take this journey with me. All of you can at least share in my experiences through writing.

Now, let's just hope I remember to actually sit down and write about what's going on in my life.

So far, things have been busy. I never realised how much there was to do in Los Angeles until a month before I left it. Southern California really does have everything, and I have done it all, save for going to both the snow and the beach in the same day. I have been to the Natural History Museum, to Griffith Observatory, to the deserts beyond Calico Ghost Town. I have geocached and wandered. I have ridden The Haunted Mansion as well as the Red Line. I feel as though I've done everything there is to do in LA, but yet it is still not enough. It never will be enough. I've spent 22 years of life here, but never really lived in Los Angeles.

So it is with a very heavy heart that I spend my last few days as a Californian saying goodbye. It's been extremely hard. First with having to say goodbye to my real family, the Live Oak Vineyard, on Sunday, and today having to tell my students that I won't be gone forever, but I do have to move on. It's odd to think of any goodbyes as last ones. Some of the people I have spent time with this past week I won't see again until August, and some not until Christmas.

And then there are those few who I will miss the very second I turn my back to get into Serenity and start my journey. My boyfriend, my best friends, my family. That last kiss, those last hugs will kill me. I'm honestly worried that I won't make it down the street because I won't be able to see through the tears. But I'll make it. I always do.

But, unfortunately, I must go. I must drive down that street and turn onto that freeway on-ramp. God told me to, and so I have to go to Michigan. It may be only on His strength that I get there, but I will.

So, I hope you'll come with me in spirit, and maybe some of you in person in a month or two. I can't wait to show you around.