My one year reflection.
One year ago I was packing and cleaning up.
Saying my goodbyes.
I was petrified.
I was excited.
I was about to close the door,
on people and a place I dearly loved,
To start a new chapter by going to where I knew no one,
The scenery and weather would be vastly different.
Everything would be different.
I was in turmoil and hoping, maybe even praying
that I had made a good decision.
It wasn’t an easy thing to decide or do.
And it hurt, a lot.
I figured it was probably the right thing to do
And if it didn’t work out
I would find a new path.
At least, that’s how I explained it to myself.
That no matter how it turned out
I would gain something from it,
So, therefore, it was the right thing to do.
What I knew for sure was
it felt like it was time for me to leave,
whether I was 100% on board with it or not.
I’m still not sure if it was the right decision
But I do know that I made a new start
Job, place, people.
It may not be a perfect fit,
But it fits
for me to be happy.
And to feel like I am part of something,
To feel like
I am making a difference,
and in a city where little things
Can mean a lot.
And that makes my decision right.
Even if sometimes it feels a little off
And maybe a little wrong.
I haven’t failed.
I don’t feel like I need to leave.
And that is good enough for me.