“How would you guys feel about moving?” My mother innocently asked from the couch across the living room.

“Well, where exactly would we be moving to?” Joe, my brother, asked after sending me an uneasy glance.

“Oh, I don’t know that quite yet, maybe somewhere close, maybe somewhere far. How would y’all feel?” Murmured my mom as sleep washed over her.

That was three days before we were unpacking our boxes in a completely new city. Over half an hour away from the “city” I’ve called home for the past seven years; now residing in good ol’ Austin, Texas.

Three days is not nearly enough time to say goodbye to half of your life. Not even close enough for you to put in your two weeks for work, explain to your softball coach why you cannot be a part of the team next year; just not enough time.

T-minus two days till take off.

“I thought you would be okay with the move! We’ll be closer to Alex.” Bribed my mother after walking into my room to find me sulking on my bed.

“I’m glad we’ll be closer to him, really, but what about Clarissa, Gabi, and Elizabeth?” I rebutted, rolling off of my bed to look at her.

“Don’t know. What I do know, is that you need to start packing.” With a quick glance around my room my mother left.

Walking into work later that day going up to my manager to let her know that I was putting my two weeks in, when in actuality it would be my two days, sucked. Luckily, my manager Tammy is one of the most laid back people I’ve ever met. It’s been a little over a month and she still has me in the system as a working employee. Leaving behind my manager and coworkers was bittersweet. Yes, I had to leave behind some really nice and trustworthy friends, but I’ve also switched jobs and am now in a worksite that has an atmosphere better suited for myself.

Since the move, I’ve changed jobs twice and am now in love with the current one in which I’m placed. I enjoy it so much it doesn’t even feel like a “job”. Working at Texas Roadhouse is like putting on your favorite shorts to go out with a bunch of friends while meeting new people. Our shirts say “I love my job” on the back and I can assure you that they do not have a false advertisement issue. At first I was terrified of the job because it was such a large leap from my last job and the workplace itself is much larger than that in which I’m used to; but everybody is so nice, it would be hard not to love it.

The move has brought forth many new positive and negative opportunities in which I can thrive and grow from. I do miss my friends in my hometown, but they’re only a short-ish drive away and I am more than willing to make that drive.