This is a story about my journey. Be patient with me, it’s still being written.
I went to college far from home, 1,248 miles from home to be exact. I knew I wanted an education, to experieince a new place far from home, and I wanted to do it all on my own. I had a crazy since of pride since I was the recipient of several scholarships and made the cheerleading squad for the small Lutheran school in the Piedmont of North Carolina. Before I accepted and went to register, I’d never even visited the school. In fact, I had never even been to North Carolina. I went sight unseen. I decided this would be my adventure.
I spent four glorious years in North Carolina. Going on trips with professors, attending sorority parties, making friends, falling in love, out of love, and back in again… It was everything everyone told me college would be, and more. By the time graduation came, I was ready to take on the world. I had my bachelors in electronic and corporate communications and was packing my bags to head to Nome, Alaska where I would spend a year working at a radio station.
Alaska was not just an adventure, it was my call.
Alaska was the best thing that ever happened to me. I rekindled my passion for technology in a way I never knew possible and learned all about communications in a hands on fashion. The teamwork I experienced was unparalleled. Teamwork in Alaska blew those small class projects (that took a semester to complete mind you) out of the water. However, I believe that everything you experience prepares you for the future. For better or worse, it prepares you. ‘This is what college prepared me for,’ I thought ‘I wonder how life will top this.’ Well, it did.
The love of my life sent me a letter one day during the Christmas holidays in Alaska. He was writing from North Carolina and talked about his life, how he was, and how he missed me. In the days of email, text, IM, chat, and cell phones, he wrote a letter.
Who says the millienials don’t know how to communicate past TXT language?
At the end of my service in Alaska, my love was moving to Minnesota to start seminary and I decided I was too. Another state, site unseen. Minnesota was my next adventure. This new(ish) relationship was the call.
A year and a half later, I was walking down the aisle, working in digital marketing where new things are popping up every day, and realized that I had ‘made it’. I was working in an area that I loved and was married to one awesome man. He was finishing up seminary and I was enjoying every minute of being married.
Then, a whole new adventure began. Nine months into marriage, we found out we were pregnant. Surprised? More like shocked… and excited.
‘This is going to be ‘our’ adventure,’ I thought. We married and became one, but this was different.
Everything just happens so fast. One minute I was networking and building relationships in the business world to learn and grow. The next? I’m planning a wedding, then holding our baby in the hospital.
This generation is growing up. Don’t lose faith in us, God isn’t finished with us yet.