Year Six. A New Adventure

This month marks five years that I have lived in Texas. Six years ago, I had no idea this would be a thing. It has been a whirlwind and the time in my life that I have been molded and shaped the most. Five years ago I graduated with a BFA in Studio Arts and minor in Biblical Studies and I felt like the world was at my fingertips. With an art degree I felt like I could do anything -- I mean, it was basically a degree in creative problem solving and that's useful for any job, right?! I moved to the metroplex not because I wanted to relocate here, but because my family was moving here and I wanted to be home for a bit so I could figure out this adulting thing before truly going out on my own. In the past five years I have had three jobs - Jo-Anns, the Rec Center, and now FPCD. I have taken an Arts and Trauma Healing class and a class called Arts for a Better Future. I helped lead a trauma healing Bible study with friends. I went from knowing one person besides my family here to knowing many. I had my first relationship, my first break-up, and now am in a second relationship that I hope doesn't end. I gained a brother-in-law and a nephew. I lived with my parents and I lived with friends, though I'm back to living with my parents again. I have the same car that I did, it's just five years older now. I have been a bridesmaid in two weddings and a maid-of-honor in one. I have gained friends and let others slip away. This month is the beginning of my sixth year in Texas, and yet another adventure. Until now, the longest I lived anywhere was four years at a time, and even if I went back, it was to a different house. My life is disjointed and fractured. People and places I care about are scattered all over. Here's to actually sticking around for awhile. Staying: a new adventure.