Today's blogtember topic is to describe a distinct moment when your life took a turn
When I was thinking about the answer to this question a couple moments came to mind, but they each led back to one major decision in my family’s life. I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a chilly winter day in New York. It was almost time for Christmas break from school. I was in 8th grade and had our winter dance that evening. I was relaxing in the living room with the lights off cuddled up watching TV (probably Saved By The Bell or Boy Meets World) before I had to get ready for the dance. My mom wasn’t home from work yet, and my dad was upstairs taking a shower. I was enjoying a relaxing evening, but still felt a sense of nervousness in my stomach.
It only took one ring of the phone for me to realize what the call was. I answered it, took it up to my dad, and sat on the couch waiting. It had been about a year of mysterious calls, trips to different states for job interviews, and lots of wondering what our future held. I knew this call was different and this job was different than all the others. I can always remember my parents talking about how much they loved Oregon, and our trip a year earlier proved why. It’s a beautiful part of the country that’s hard not to love when you visit.
That night, I knew my dad was expecting a call from the job he had interviewed with earlier that week. I also knew that they wouldn’t fly him from Upstate New York to Portland Oregon if they weren’t fairly interested in him joining their team. I could hear their conversation go on for a few minutes from downstairs. When the voices stopped, I sat there waiting for my dad to come down and tell me how it had gone. As soon as I saw his face, I knew the outcome. He had gotten offered the job, and we were moving 3000 miles away.
My maiden name is Hart :)
Keeping it together that night at the dance was tough. I didn’t want to tell anyone until it was official, but I also wanted to share with my friends what I was dealing with inside. Part of me was really scared to move, but another part of me was excited. I had lived in the same house in the same town my entire life. Its where my memories, my friends, and my family were. With each person I told, the more real it became. Reality really hit as soon as my Dad pulled out of the driveway. He left 6 months before us so that he could start his new job, and my brother and I could finish out our school year. Being without my dad for that long was so hard. I remember sitting on the couch, finally finished sobbing when he came back through the door because he had forgotten something, and my goodbye tears started all over again.
Saying goodbye to the only friends, house, and town I had ever known was one of the hardest things I have ever done. With that being said, its also one of the best things. I learned more about myself and my family through that experience, than I thing I could have ever learned. Moving to Oregon has changed my family in more ways than I could count. My dad has been so successful here and it has really given my parents more freedom and less stress. My brother and I have made good friends and lasting relationships we never would have had. Each of us has grown to love our new state and feel “at home” here.
Moving is never easy, and its not something I’d want to do again, but it did change my life forever. Had I not moved, I would have never met Dan, I don’t know that I would have the same career I have today, and I know I wouldn’t have the same opportunities and experiences I have now. My dad and I were talking about our move on Sunday and I know he still feels guilty for uprooting my brother and I, but in all honesty it’s the best thing we could have ever done.