Running Wild

So there’s this boy…


When I first moved to Richmond, I knew that I was about to embark on this whole new adventure.

On August 3rd, as I packed up my things and headed East to my new home, I knew a lot of things were about to change for me in ways I could not fathom into words if I tried. And let me just say that although I tried to prepare myself for these changes and to try to embrace them when they come, I was in no way ready for the new life waiting for me in RVA.

I knew that I would love my job and the people I worked with. I knew that I was going to find a church to go to and try to be involved in my new community. I knew that even though I didn’t feel like I would be, somehow I was going to be okay.

What I didn’t expect was that not only do I love my job and the people I work with, but in just a few short months these coworkers have transformed into a family in a place I now call home.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d find a church that made me want to get up on Sunday mornings. I didn’t expect to find a group of young women who I love to see every week.

I didn’t know that this was a life I wanted, much less needed.

I didn’t expect to love the rants of my neighbor who just wants to pet dogs and hand out treats.

I didn’t expect to find solace in a city. in fact I was pretty darn sure that I wouldn’t.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d meet a guy who would slowly but surely change every feeling and outlook on life I had. this was not without a lot of effort and hard work on my part. But just having him in my life has helped immensely.

We’re just friends.

But truth?

I’ve never felt so normal as I do when I’m with him. I have a lot of problems trusting people, as in I trust next to no one unless we have the same DNA.

But with the Cubs down 1-nothing in the bottom of he 8th inning, and my anxiety pouring out of me the way cars flood the highway during rush hour – inevitable and annoying – there’s this boy looking at me and telling me it’s going to be okay.

And I believe him.

I know my journey in richmond ┬áis only just beginning, and that if I’ve learned anything these past few months (reluctantly or otherwise) it’s to just take a step back and let things happen the way that they happen.

I didn’t expect anything that’s happened since I moved here, and I’m so grateful for it, too.


Happy Sunday everyone!


Update: Not just friends.