One Year

One year ago, on February 6th, I found out that I was chosen to be hired by a job in San Antonio, TX. Ever since then its been a busy year…

I accepted my first full time, with benefits, big girl, real world job.

I applied for my first apartment.

I realized how much crap I own.

My dad fit all that crap into a small trailer.

I said goodbye to the East Coast.

I said goodbye to my first car.

I said goodbye to the mountains,

to the bone chillingly cold weather,

to the snow,

and my home.

I said see ya later to my friends and family.

The fact that my parents love me was reconfirmed,

as they drove me across the country,

while I as a coughing sick mess,

all the way to Texas.

I forgot my bike.

I said hello to my first apartment.

I said hello to my first HEB shopping trip.

I bought a car.

I said hello to my first day of work,

and Texas traffic.

I made a budget and paid bills.

I discovered a new kind of responsibility.

I embraced my crock-pot and cooking skills.

I conquered cockroaches.

Haha just kidding,

they’ll always be terrifying.

I changed my address.

I lived in the same city as Carlos,

for the first time since 2005.

I was welcomed into his family with open arms.

I was given Rainbow loom bracelets,

a lot beautiful drawings,

home cooked meals,

and the nickname Cheese.

I discovered what hot weather really feels like.

I went to kid’s basketball games, soccer games, and swim meets,

birthday parties, and school shows.

I found myself uttering my dad’s famous words, “I said stop not slow down.”

And my mom’s “I’m running out of pie.”

I discovered the joy of having younger siblings.

I missed my family, and the mountains.

But I went home to visit,

to celebrate birthdays and holidays.

I had my first visitors in my own place.

I explored San Antonio,

the parks and zoo,

the farmer’s market,

the river walk,

60 oz margaritas,

enchiladas,

and barbeque.

I got to date my boyfriend.

I saw new movies with him,

discovered new restaurants,

laughed harder than ever,

and saw him more times in a month

than I had in the past year.

We’ve shared more of ourselves,

discovered our most annoying habits,

found the perfect couch cuddling position,

watched so much Breaking Bad together,

and still found ways to surprise each other.

And I fell in love with him all over again.

In the past year I’ve fallen in love repeatedly,

with the love of my life

and with the open Texas sky.