For 25 years I lived in a little town called Princeton, Indiana. I lived with my father away from the town. It was peaceful and quiet and I could walk without hearing the sound of traffic. The only sound that was heard was the train that passed by and blocked the road everyday. That was one annoyance of living by a train track.
It took me four years to plan my move to Louisville. Before all this I also lived in Evansville, Indiana for a good three years on my own. I wanted to experience life out of the little city. I also wanted to live close to my job and school. If it weren’t for those three years of living in Evansville, and previously traveling to anime conventions I wouldn’t have met the love of my life. I also wouldn’t make the preparations to move to Louisville in the first place. It didn’t happen right away, but I moved back home and saved my money in order to be closer to him and be with him. I also felt like moving to this new state and city would create more opportunists in the future.
For a year in a half I saved up all the money I could muster. We planned to at first move into an apartment, but fate had a different plan for us. His father decided to sell the house and we made the decision to buy it. It was the best move we’ve done in order for me to be close to him. Soon those nights of being on the phone twice a day with the one I love would end. I could talk to him face to face and be close.
The day I moved, it was bittersweet and hard. I was moving away from everything I’ve known all my life. My father, my family, the home that I’ve known, and most importantly the resting place of my mother. I know she would have wanted me to be happy. I am happier than I have ever been.
Eric and his friend Chris drove up to help me move the furniture I was taking. It was only a bed, a chair, and a table I would be using for the sewing machine that was passed down to me at the new place. We also packed up many of my belongings. When you pack for a move you realize how much stuff you have. It was a two-hour drive from Princeton to Louisville. I said see you later to my dad and for a moment we both thought that there would be tears. I’m not going to lie I cried a bit on the drive down. Who wouldn’t, honestly?
The drive down went smoothly than expected. It was quick. I’ve driven back and forth many times to visit Eric. Only difference was I didn’t need to move stuff. When we got to the house we had some of our friends come over to help us unload. With their help we got done quick and I couldn’t have thanked them enough. The first night in Louisville was pretty awesome. Usually on the first night of living in a new place is scary but we had pizza and relaxed for the rest of the night. Next day was unpacking clothes and planning for the week ahead. As the week progressed I did a lot of transferring over to the state. I was also looking for a better job to keep up with the bills.
When I lived in Princeton I had a job that was an hour away. I could have transferred but it wasn’t enough to pay the bills on the house. I wanted a job that would pay more. So when I changed addresses my job search started. That will be a blog post for another day.
Thanks for reading. This was my first blog post here. I hope to update soon for the next one.