In 2016, at the age of 27, I got married. On that day, I promised to love Brett and only him for the rest of my life. I promised to take care of him through sickness, health until death
On that day, I promised to love Brett and only him for the rest of my life. I promised to take care of him through sickness, health until death does us part.
Even though 27 was a rather rocky age with figuring out who I wanted to be and where my new husband and I were going, it was a journey.
After countless job interviews, tears, fears and excitement, in March, we officially relocated to Greenville. I was both nervous and scared of how I’d feel, but I surprised myself by not falling apart on the drop of a hat every time I thought of my family.
We took another risk and we knew it.
At 27 and 28, we moved again to a place we only knew two people – a friend I met a few years back that I kept in contact with. This was also the friend who took our engagement pictures while we lived in Tennessee.
It wasn’t as bad as the first time because I was prepared.
I didn’t have a job lined up and he only had an offer letter, which turned into nothing because the company strung him along. So, as a newly married couple, we agreed Brett should start his own business. This was a perfect time to do that and so, he got the ball rolling and began working part-time at a local gym while pursuing his home inspection business.
Around the same time, I was offered a wonderful full-time job.
So, maybe 27 was all that bad.
My birthday last year was filled with disappointment and sadness because his dad planned a fishing trip for him and his brother that night, so he left before we could do anything fun.
In the months that followed, I was in my sister-in-law’s wedding, had my own wedding, went on our honeymoon and tried to appreciate what my life looked like at the time.
I was in a dark place when I first turned 27 and I’d prefer never to go back to that point in my life where I felt so unsure I could barely hold it together – at times.
Once we moved, everything changed.
I obtained that freedom I lost in Tennessee and learned how to handle my emotions and my husband better than the first time around.
Now, I have 2 dogs, a nice apartment, wonderful friends and family and an awesome husband. I believe moving here was truly meant to be. And, even though I struggled at 27 and felt unsure as to what I wanted to do this life, it worked out for the best.
So, I guess I say: bring it on 28?