2015, You Were Pretty Good
This was one of those life-changing years. For the first time, I put the decision of where to move in the Lord’s hands. It was this time last year, that I woke up praying, “Lord show me where I need to live”. You see, at this point I had returned to Kentucky from Austin, Texas. I was living with my parents until I decided my next destination. The choice was really between Indianapolis and Louisville. One of my best friends lives in Indianapolis, so I had been spending quite a bit of time there and loved the city. Louisville was an unexplored territory close to family and friends.
I was leaning toward Indianapolis, but when I woke up a year ago, my heart was heavy. I just didn’t quite feel like Indianapolis was right. So I took to Craigslist to check my options in Louisville. Within 3 minutes, I found my dream apartment, and emailed the contact. Within 20 minutes of that, he had emailed me back, and we scheduled a time for me to view the apartment THE NEXT DAY. Of course, we now know I chose Louisville and that the dream apartment became my very own.
Also around this time, I joined OK Cupid and started planning the MeetUps I would join. Little did I know the plans He had for me. Little did I know these silly decisions would lead to something major. But they did, and that’s the rest of this story.
In early March 2015, I decided to attend a Fine Dining MeetUp at Jack Fry’s. I was originally sitting next to some intriguing older individuals, but musical chairs was played, and I ended up sitting next to a girl much closer to my age. Her name is Karah, and she’s one of my favorite people. I haven’t attended another MeetUp, but I’ve spent plenty of time with my new friend.
We exchanged information. We planned to hang out again.
Meanwhile, I’d been sporadically chatting with a gentleman on OK Cupid. He peaked my interest. He seemed smart, witty, intriguing and able to keep up with my quirky humor. He never asked me to meet up.
Karah and I eventually texted, and we decided to meet for dinner at the Northend Cafe. After dinner, we went for wine at Vint. We ordered a bottle, and sat outside, laughing and getting to know each other. But my bladder played into fate’s plan, so I went inside to relieve it. At that moment, I noticed mysterious “OK Cupid” guy. I shot him a look and went back outside. Of course, I proceeded to tell Karah all about it. As girls do, she leaned over me to catch a look of they mystery man. He caught her, and then he came outside.
I don’t remember much about the conversation besides the fact that he asked for my number. But I do remember Karah being a wonderful wing woman and keeping the conversation alive. The mystery man called me two days later, we went on a date three days later, and nine months later we are still together, making 2016 goals like “getting married”.
In 2015, I moved to a new city and found the love of my life. I managed to make some life-long friends along the way, develop deeper relationships with existing friends and family, and if that wasn’t enough, gained a whole new family of incredible human beings (yes, I’m referring to the Davis clan, whom I love with all my heart).
On top of all this, I still managed to travel around the country to some places I’ve never been before like Miami, Boise, Cleveland and Sacramento and also spent some time eating seafood and beignets in one of my favorite cities, New Orleans.
I became an ordained minister, an official Kentuckian again, paid off my car, learned to cross-stitch and wood burn, started dance lessons and began this blog. I took on a difficult role at work and proved that I could be a business analyst for a few months. I joined a board of a non-profit here in Louisville and am working in marketing for another. One of my favorite things about 2015 was re-incorporating writing into my life. I’ve fallen in love with words again.
But this year wasn’t all unicorns and candy. There were the early difficulties in our relationship – the potential for Chris to move to San Francisco for a job opportunity. He decided to pursue, and I encouraged. But many tears were shed. When that didn’t pan out, a few months later brought potential for him to move to New York for work. The same thing happened again, and the idea of long-distance began to sink in. However, that didn’t pan out either, and now we are here forging and building friendships, and enjoying our home state. Chris spent the whole week around Christmas in the hospital, which was difficult but also brought our families together and bonded us all in a deeper way. There were layoffs at work and incredibly stressful highs and lows.
This year was life-changing, but I can’t wait to see you soon, 2016. I have a hunch you’re going to be pretty epic. What were some of your favorite moments from 2015?