Have you ever literally been left on the side of the road? I have. Although, my experience of being "kicked to the curb" wasn't an act of abuse (I suppose that may be up for debate), it was one that left me feeling very lonely and teary eyed. The photograph to the left is about ten minutes prior to my pathetic exile in a Cici's pizza parking lot. What a glamorous setting to say goodbyes.
After ten years of living in Northern Virginia, my parents had made the courageous decision to transition my family from our very comfortable routine, to an entirely different way of life in Oklahoma. Moving to Oklahoma meant huge job transitions for both of my parents, and my little sister, Chloe, becoming the dreaded "new kid" in the middle of the school year. As far as I am concerned, moving to Oklahoma was not even close to an option. I was going to basically continue living in Virginia, graduate from college, and start my adult life there. I was very unaware that this heartbreaking moment was just the beginning of an entirely new way of life.
So, as a girl who is incredibly close with her family, living only two hours away from them was incredibly difficult. You can only imagine how much of a train wreck I was when they decided to add a solid 22 hours to that. The first time I saw my family in their new home was a little less then two months from their departure. That was the longest I had ever gone without seeing my family, and getting that good ole fashion lovin in. Long story short, being reunited with them was one of the most dramatic things I've ever been apart of. There were heavy amount of ugly crying, and hugs bigger then what I knew could exist.
I had been to Oklahoma City many times before to visit family and what not. This time it was an entirely different experience. Since I was completely set on absolutely never moving to Oklahoma, it was my father's mission that in my short two week visit I experience nearly everything OKC has to offer. We were obviously unable to complete everything, but enough headway was made to start convincing me that a new life in the Mid west might not be such a bad idea. Thus the beginning of my transition from DC to OKC.
KCH
So, as a girl who is incredibly close with her family, living only two hours away from them was incredibly difficult. You can only imagine how much of a train wreck I was when they decided to add a solid 22 hours to that. The first time I saw my family in their new home was a little less then two months from their departure. That was the longest I had ever gone without seeing my family, and getting that good ole fashion lovin in. Long story short, being reunited with them was one of the most dramatic things I've ever been apart of. There were heavy amount of ugly crying, and hugs bigger then what I knew could exist.
I had been to Oklahoma City many times before to visit family and what not. This time it was an entirely different experience. Since I was completely set on absolutely never moving to Oklahoma, it was my father's mission that in my short two week visit I experience nearly everything OKC has to offer. We were obviously unable to complete everything, but enough headway was made to start convincing me that a new life in the Mid west might not be such a bad idea. Thus the beginning of my transition from DC to OKC.
KCH
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