I moved to Pittsburgh and most days that’s cool but sometimes it’s hard: a reflection

nick and I are in Indiana with my fam for the holidays, and last night we took a friend out to dinner. Nick hasn’t met a ton of my hometown friends because we aren’t here a lot, but they all get along with him great and I love to see it

Last night, we ran into some former co-workers and some old bar regulars and even one of my bridesmaids when we went to a bar. It was nice to be warmly received and loved, but the weirdest dissonance happened

I thought, here is my fiancé, my most important person, who doesn’t know any of these people or who I was when I knew them. And it’s cool that you’re meeting, but so much of me just wanted to smash my timelines together...I just wanted everyone to know all of me

And I think the hardest part about moving to a new place is you have to make roots again with new people. But some of my roots are stuck in other places. Do I even have anymore to give? Do I need to just take them all out of all the cities I’ve lived in before?

Because Pittsburgh seems like it’s the long term, and it seems good and healthy and RIGHT! But to be known? What a hard gift to look for when you know it already exists somewhere else

these are my thanksgiving musings. Thank you Jesus for an opportunity to reflect on how loved I am and how much You give me.