1,479 Miles — adele pena

1,479 miles.

That’s how far I am moving.

Yes, I am moving…to Arizona.

When I was eight my dad had a job transfer and we moved to Pearland, Texas. While I remember being a little sad, I was young and adjusted quickly.

When I was eleven, we moved back to Louisiana to the small town of Port Barre where I graduated high school. I took this move a little harder than the first, but I still adjusted well and learned to grow comfortable there and call it home.

When I was eighteen, I moved to Lafayette for school. While it was strange at first not living at home anymore, I was only thirty minutes away from friends and family. Still incredibly close to comfort.

When I was twenty, I went to Romania for three months as a missionary intern. My time in Romania had its difficult moments being away from everything I was use to, but I knew that I would come back. I knew it wasn’t a permanent thing.

When I was twenty-one, after I returned from Romania, I moved two hours away to Mandeville. Two hours is not very far in the grand scheme of things.

Later that year, I left for France for three months as a nanny. I didn’t know when I left if France would be something that could eventually turn into a longer stay. I did know though that regardless of if I choose to continue my time there, I would still be back after the first initial three months. As it turns out though, God only wanted me there for that short time.

So, when I got back, I moved back to Mandeville and then thirty minutes away to Hammond where I have been for a little over a year.

Until now.

In the beginning of January, my oldest brother called me with an offer to move down and focus on going back to school. It was something he had prayed about before even presenting it to me.

So I prayed, and God told me to go.

So since then, I have slowly began planning everything out.

Do I think that the only reason I am moving is to go back to school?

No, not at all.

Will I miss everything and everyone here?

Absolutely.

But, I want to be where God wants me to be. Even if I don’t know why He wants me there.

This time I don’t have any knowledge at all of what to expect. I don’t know how long I’ll be there. I don’t know if I’m coming back one day.

That’s a different feeling for me.

But, I trust God.

So with that being said, at the end of April I will be getting in my car and driving 1,479 miles to Gilbert, Arizona.

To my next adventure.