Better Late than Never
Here I sit almost ten months after I arrived in California FINALLY ready to finish my three-part series about the road trip. I read through my journal about the day we drove into Arcadia, and the most significant thing about it was my overwhelming feeling of loss. All of my family and close friends are gone, my favorite restaurants are no longer in my reach, my church family is gone, the coworkers I adored are gone, and my beloved Smyrna apartment is gone. I found myself in tears that morning mentally, physically and emotionally drained from the 1600 plus miles driven thus far coupled with my mind’s perceived losses. Luckily, I was rescued from my woes with a live stream of Impact Church service as we prepared for the final leg of our journey. God always knows what you need to hear to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and move onward to your destination!
Motivation in God’s Word…Or Not
The sermon motivated me to meet the new adventures in store for me; however, my enthusiasm didn’t last long. As we twisted and turned our way through the mountains, I missed the transition to the correct highway adding another 15 minutes to our arrival time. I was PISSED! What’s wrong with these damn California roads? Why does every one of them travel through a mountain? I had enough of the damn mountains in New Mexico! What’s wrong the driver’s here? Have you heard of a turn signal? Get the f*** out of my way! Don’t you know I’ve driven solo for five days in a row?! Yes, I turned into the road demon from hell even though my mom kept reminding me, “we are almost there, you’ll get to rest soon,” that only made me more frustrated because I started to recall everything I thought I was losing by moving across the country. Here is how I addressed my five perceived losses.
Family and Friends
My family and friends will always be there for me. Moving to another state doesn’t change the lifelong bonds I developed with the most amazing people. Besides, the move helped me eliminate some people I thought would have my back. Oh well, good riddance!
Well, that’s easy! I found NEW favorite restaurants! Besides, the food in LA can’t compare to the delectable offerings in Atlanta. I guess it’s a good thing I transitioned to a plant-based diet.
My home church will always be my home church. The time I spent as a volunteer, connection group leader and Impactor taught me how to be less judgemental, how to give back to the community, how to be a stronger leader, and how important it is to listen to the voice that lives inside us all. These lessons along with their support encouraged me to move to California. No matter where I am on this planet, we will always be connected!
Coworkers: Friends or Social Acquaintances?
There are times when you get lucky and make friends with some of your coworkers; after all, you spend more time at work than you do with your family. I made quite a few friends at my previous employer…some I’m still close to…some I am not. Even though I don’t speak to most of them, it doesn’t negate the joy we brought to each others’ lives. Remember, some people are meant to be in your life for a reason and a season so when it’s time to let them go, say goodbye! You may continue to chat on social media or get together when you’re in town, which makes them a social acquaintance instead of a friend. Friends are a constant and no matter where you are, you will always support each other!
My Freedom Is Gone!
The most difficult part of leaving Georgia was saying goodbye to the place I called home for almost six years: Rock Creek at Vinings in Smyrna, Georgia. The thought of living with my brother, sister-in-law, and two nephews I hardly knew scared me to death! How do I integrate into their household without being a nuisance? I’m used to living alone, how do I share space with four other people? All of those concerns flew out the window as I began to experience the joy of being an Auntie. I was an aunt before, but now that I’m here with the boys as a fun, loving part of their lives, I can truly call myself their Auntie. I love these boys so much and the thought of not being here with them brings me to tears. I didn’t lose my freedom by coming to California I gained a stronger bond with my family and a stronger sense of self. I discovered activities and hobbies I enjoy that I would not have tried back in Smyrna. Stepping out of my comfort zone forced me to look at my life with a new perspective, and prompted me to re-evaluate what I shared here on Frankie Sue’s Kitchen. So after months of letting the ideas run through my mind, I decided to open up about my health issues and how food addiction kept me hostage from my true self. Welcome to the next chapter of stories of survival, strength, and self-discovery!