I’ve always thought everything happens for a reason. I’ve always been able to find the silver lining.
But for the last two years, for the first time in my life, I’ve felt like nothing happens for a reason and everything just sucks. Nothing seemed to go my way and I was starting to turn into a bitter depressed person.
My friends and family kept telling me to move somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t New York. They pointed out NY isn’t the art hub it once was and we just didn’t seem happy. I refused to listen because I’m stubborn and I didn’t want to be seen as a quitter.
Then our daughter’s pediatrician suggested we move to a warmer climate to help with Amelia’s breathing. During warm months she’s fine but when it’s really cold she needs to use a nebulizer. The second I heard that I decided I was done with New York and started being open to my husband’s idea of moving to LA.
But I was still sad and scared. Despite the fact that I have more friends in LA than New York, change is always scary and I pouted for months about the move.
Then we went to LA over spring break and I had so much fun. I reconnected with some childhood friends from Kansas, camp friends, Interlochen friends, and comedy friends. Amelia ran around outside all day without needing a nebulizer once. We found an affordable preschool that we LOVE. We got an apartment in an amazing public school district. We found a summer camp. We got more done in 2 weeks in LA than 2 years in NY. Everything is just easier there and more importantly we are happier there.
When it was time to go home, for the first time ever I dreaded going to New York. But then it hit me… things really DO happen for a reason.
The past 2 years have been horrible and I hate having to do the nebulizer with Amelia but let’s face it I am stubborn and hate change, even if it’s change for the better. The only way I would have ever wanted to move was if things were just plain awful and my daughter was effected. It took 2 years of stress to get me to be ok with a move that will make everyone in our family happier. Also, if things had gone the way I wanted last year we may not have been able to move when the doctor suggested it.
So once again I truly believe that things happen for a reason. I just hope that next time around I can be a little less stuck in my ways.