It’s here, it’s here – another Tuesday has arrived! I am delighted to introduce you to one of my favorite internet friends …whom I’ve also gotten to real-live hang out with a couple of times (although never enough!). Leigh is a blogger and a writer, an Enneagram coach and a friend to many – and I KNOW you’ll love and appreciate her words today. Enjoy!
You might think I’m crazy but I honestly did not think about my parents leaving until their last day in town. I knew they weren’t staying forever but I hadn’t thought about the actual “say goodbye and they drive away” part.
I’d thought and prayed about moving to Nashville for months before I took the leap four years ago. At my goodbye party, I told friends and family I was ready for the adventure; I’d miss them and regular access to White Sox games but I was ready to leave my hometown and see what would happen. A week later we loaded up a moving truck, which my cousin and his wife drove down, trailing my parents in their car. Over the course of a long weekend, my parents helped me settle in to my new place and explore the town.
And then, out of nowhere, Monday morning arrived and it was time for them to go. We walked down to Star Bagel for breakfast, where my best friend and her then-toddler daughter awaited. (One of the best perks of Nashville has been living in the same town as Tracy again.) After breakfast, it was time for them to go and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
They were leaving me. Here. It would be a couple of months before I saw them again.
Sure, I was 30 years old and I had decided to uproot my life on purpose and move a few states away. But I hadn’t thought about saying goodbye to my rocks. Maybe I hadn’t allowed myself to think about it.
I hugged my cousin and his wife goodbye and then turned to my parents, the tears already flooding my eyes. We hugged each other tight and then their car pulled away and it was done.
This was the start of my Nashville life.
Thank God Tracy was there. She hugged me until I dried my tears and then said, “let’s go grocery shopping.”
An unexpected response but it was just what I needed. She drove me to Publix and I paid attention to which roads we took, hoping it wouldn’t be long before I had the trip memorized. We found a car shopping cart for Anna. Let me tell you: a toddler’s happy babble and a store full of food cured what ailed me.
I picked out portabello mushrooms and strawberries, ice cream and bread. Not so much working off a menu plan but whatever inspired me. My purchases that day would go toward the first of many meals cooked in my new kitchen.
As I strolled through the new-to-me grocery store, I squared my shoulders. This would be something good. I walked the aisles and could see how this would become my grocery store in the same way Nashville would become my town. It painted a vision of future friends and activities and meals shared around the table. And, no matter what happened the next few months, my best friend and her family would be at my side, ready to encourage and tell me where the DMV was and the fastest way to get to Green Hills.
Small things can be everything. Grocery stores can usher in the dawn of a new era.
Leigh Kramer is on a quest; she’s living life on purpose. Her to-do list might look something like this: leave life in the Midwest for Nashville, Tennessee with only fried pickles for comfort, quit steady job as a social worker to chase that dream of writing at last, suck the marrow out of life’s in-between places and revel in the now at every turn. She will soon launch The Enneagram Coach and is a contributor at A Deeper Story. Leigh shares this journey through words of transparency, heart, and just a dash of pluck at LeighKramer.com and on Twitter at@hopefulleigh. So, is there a similar trip to the most grocery store of a place, that has changed your perspective as well? Encourage Leigh by leaving a comment below!0