Ever go through life and think, I should of made a left at Albuquerque like twenty years ago? No? Not surprising.
For the last, well, twenty-five years, I often thought that. At forty-something years old, I’d begun to think I’d never leave Albuquerque. I wanted to, had always planned to leave. Yet, some how, life conspired to keep me there. In my early twenties, my best friend moved to Washington D.C. I had every intention of following her as soon as I finished school. Then, my mother got cancer and died four months later. Somehow, I ended up stuck in the city where all my childhood demons dangerously lurked in every shadow and around every corner. Every time I considered getting the hell out, life rooted me even further. First with a disastrous first marriage, second with a house I hated thanks to said loser ex-husband. The only good thing Albuquerque gifted me was my second husband. He was the third reason, and best reason to stay. For eighteen years, we did stay, though we often dreamed of leaving.
Five months ago, my husband and his job parted ways. We’d hoped he’d quickly find another IT position, but the Albuquerque job market refused. Time ticked away, taking our saving with it. To say we were desperate would be an understatement. My husband is the moneymaker in our house. I’m a graphic designer by trade. But like all skills, if you don’t practice them, you lose them. Writing has been my sole focus in the past years to the exclusion of all else. I don’t regret that because I wrote a book! And I plan to write many more.
Just when you think nothing will change, everything changes!
Four weeks ago, a position my husband had refused in San Antonio came around for a second time. The first time, we didn’t think we could pull it off. The evil house I’d been cursed with was in no position to be sold. Its only saving grace was it was two years from being paid off. We honestly didn’t think a move would be possible given the home’s state of disrepair—we’d planned a complete rehab once we paid it off. Certainly, no one would give us a red cent for this craptacular pit we called home.
There are times in life when you have to take a leap of faith. The older you get, the harder such leaps seem. Let’s face it, they’re scary, full of uncertainty, and fraught with danger. But, on the other side, leaps are exciting, full of promise, and new adventures.
If you choose to change nothing, then nothing ever changes.
Taking a very deep breath, my husband and I took the leap. Once we did, everything fell into place. The pit of despair sold in less than twenty-four hours for cash. Yes, we took a loss, but it was one we were willing to live with. Then, the work began. I stayed behind for a week and packed up the house I’d lived in for over twenty years, while my husband went to San Antonio, and started his new job. Once the house was packed, I wasn’t sad. In fact, when I drove away for the final time, I didn’t cry. Instead, I smiled from ear to ear, knowing this leap would land us on solid ground. A chance to start over.
Today, I sit in my new home, happy for my new beginning. My husband enjoys his new job so far. I feel
sure that will continue. Funny how everyone thought the world would end in December. But for us, a new world presented itself. Though my home is still in a mess, with boxes of furniture to assemble, and a new couch that won’t arrive or another five weeks, I am content.
So I say to you, don’t be afraid to leap because you might just be a jump away from happiness.