For every beginning, there must come an end. I think American poet, Anne Bradstreet, said it best in her poem "Before the Birth of One of Her Children" when she concluded that "all things within this fading world hath end." And I, my friends, am in the middle of a big ending.
I have moved four times, and lived in three different states. These statistics, however, are about to change as I move for the fifth time, to my fourth state: Texas. That's right... Texas. Over 2,000 miles away from my friends, my school, my church, my life. The thought of leaving is daunting, exciting, and scary. As I prepare for my new life in Texas, I must also prepare to let a part of me-a big part of me- go; leaving it in the past.
No where else have I felt so loved, so blessed, so happy as I have in Ohio. I've met my best friends, experienced highs and lows, discovered myself, and tried so many "firsts." Though I am excited for the next chapter of my life, it hurts terribly to leave you. Thank you for the past eight and a half years.
I was born in Minnesota,
Raised in North Dakota,
But I grew up in Ohio.
Until we meet again,
