Moving couldn’t come at a more perfect time, living with my brother has been very difficult and for the most part I have never felt welcomed. I suppose in a sense that is what God, or if you don’t believe in that stuff, what the universe does in order to make hard changes easy. There’s no doubt I am supposed to be moving to Switzerland, everything up until this last month was orchestrated perfectly. Some may think this last month of trials and challenges are a red flag to reconsider however, I simply look at it like the blessings on the other side are so great I must work slightly harder to obtain them.

Countless people have asked if I am happy/excited to move and how I feel. That simple question has been difficult to answer because as excited as I am to leave, I’m overwhelmed with the drama and lack of time to pack that I haven’t had time to process that I am not just going on a trip, like the numerous times before in my life, I am moving. MOVING. When I left Los Angeles at the end of June, I said that I was temporarily moving home but as I have come to experience, with a combination of stress, unexpected bills, and heartache (not caused by a man because none of those relationships exist right now and for once I am happy about that) this is not my home. Home is where you feel happy, welcomed, and at peace. I am not sure that I can identify with any particular state or city as my home. I met with a friend and his wife while in Utah and he stated, as he is about to move to London, that his wife is his home and as long as he has her he is happy. I would go to state that the temple is my home and as long as I can see it, I am home.

Tomorrow night is my going away party and I’m excited to bid people farewell. The countdown is on, a week from today I start my journey onto the next event filled chapter.