That moment when life slows down enough for you to feel the weight of what is happening. 

 This last year has been an intense journey. For those of you that have walked with me through it all, you know this. For those that did not, It was truly crazy.

 I accomplished more in one year than most do in 5 years. Going through and accelerated school program full time while working two jobs and figuring out immigration paper work. My memories of last summer are a blur of folding shirts for 6-8 hours a day before rushing to the YMCA to coach gymnastics to a small group of teens dealing with mental blocks. 

 The main thing that I remember of this last year is being cold. I wore cardigans all summer, I wore sweatshirts in the house. I woke up freezing. A winter coat, hat, scarf and mitten were not enough to keep the cold out all fall and winter. I schooled all year round. We had 11 weeks of class followed with a two week break, then 11 more weeks of class. My weeks off were always packed. One break was dedicated to the wedding of my sister and brother in law. Another break was dedicated to my wedding preparations. The next break found me preparing immigration paper work. Only to be followed by a break spent recovering for an emergency removal of my infected wisdom teeth. 

 My weekends for the last 3 or 4 months have been committed to coaching competitions for the groups of weirdo gymnasts that I love so much and would do anything for. Each weekend was the same story, work as a barista on Friday night, Wake up at an ungodly hour on saturday morning, Drive 2-3 hours to a YMCA, watch my girls do the routines they have practiced hundreds of times, watched then accept medals and trophies, drove 2-3 hours home to my sweet husband.

 Today I slept in. I woke up to take Andres to work. I came home and sat on the couch with a cup of coffee and muffin. This is the first Monday in a while where I have nothing to do until I go to coach. All of my assignment are turned in. My personal paperwork is sorted. I need only to do a load of laundry. This is where I sit and feel life sink in. This is where I sit and allow the reality of the last year hit me. I feel the reality of the next step that Andres and I will be taking. I feel it all. 

 A few weeks ago Andres and I made the decision to move to Georgia. Andres was offered a great job opportunity through the company my dad works for. Andres is very excited! I'm excited to be closer to my parents. I am excited to go get coffee with my momma. She will describe the coffee drink that she wants and ask me what it is called at that particular coffee shop. She will order a triple chocolate brownie and offer to share it, though we both know that I will only want one little bite. I'm excited to sit with my dad and just chat about everything. TO make obscure references and have him laugh and add on to the reference. I'm excited to watch Lord of the Rings, or Pride and Prejudice with my parents.

 But there are two sides to every coin. Last weekend my gymnasts had their state meet. The last meet of the season. I cried on my drive home. I knew that I will never again coach these girls are a competition. MY gymnasts still do not know I am moving later this summer. My manager at the coffee shop still does not know I am moving. I told my classmates. This made our last day of class bitter sweet. We can look forward to our graduation ceremony in June.

 I've been a wild rover my whole life. I always felt the urge to move on after a short amount of time. My heart was searching for home. My soul was searching for it's mate. I was looking for home. I found home. I married my home. I no longer feel the need to wander. This next year will truly be an adventure.....again...... I am so excited for my esposo. He deserves to pursue his dreams, and I am so grateful for my parents and their help to both of us along the way.