Sunday, August 30, was the beginning of the rest of my life. It was the opening scene of my Act Three.
Every Nation threw me a farewell lunch on Friday at Jim ‘N Nick’s, sending me off with love, gratitude, and food. After six years in Nashville with them and two in the Every Nation office in Manila, it was time for a change. I’m moving into a project management role at a marketing agency where I’ll combine my love for customer service with pushing tasks to the finish line.
I moved into my new apartment on Sunday, driving carloads of my belongings in multiple trips down the road into a one-bedroom apartment. Movers came on Monday to carry my furniture and boxes from my two-bedroom home that sheltered me for five years. Kyera married and moved out two years ago, and my life changed.
Today is my first day at my new job; I’ve been sleeping at my new apartment for three nights. I still have things at the house: donations, trash, kitchen items. I’ve made a dozen ten-minute trips back and forth as I sift, pack, drive, unload, walk two flights of stairs, and organize my things.
I’m exhausted, but I feel alive. I’m in my first apartment by myself. My whole life up until recently had been about raising my daughter by myself. I’m coming into my own in my mid-forties by myself. My new boss described the season I’m in, “Transition City.”
The rest of my life is beginning. Transition City looks good.