Over the last few months, I have experienced a great deal of change and transition in my life. In December I graduated with my Masters in Counseling. In December I was lucky enough to be hired on as a counselor at the site I completed my internship at. In February I traveled to the University of Arkansas for an interview for admission into a PhD. program. In March I traveled to Western Michigan University for an interview for admission into a PhD. program. In April I decided that I would be moving to Kalamazoo, Michigan in the fall to begin a PhD. program for Counselor Education.
For the first 18 years of my life I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri. The next 7 years (still ongoing) have been spent in Springfield, Missouri. I appreciate and look fondly on my time in both of these locations. I have met countless people that have forever impacted my life. I met my best friend. I experienced my first love. I experienced my first heartbreak. I experienced the joy and honor of being party of a wedding party. I grew into the person I am today. But now, after 25 years, I’m leaving Missouri.
I understand that I am being presented with great opportunities to continue my education and career opportunities. There are just so many unknown things that come with this decision of mine. I will have an aunt and uncle who live about 2 hours away in Ann Arbor, Michigan, but aside from that I will not know a single person when I move. At 25 years of age, the last thing I expected to encounter was the need to create an entirely new support group of friends and loved ones. I consider myself to be a pretty friendly and approachable guy, but I’ve always had a safety net to fall back on. I’ve always seemed to have that person or two that was there with me during a new experience or a transitional period, but that won’t be the case in Michigan.
When I moved to Springfield for college, I came with about 8 or 9 close friends from high school. It goes back to that safety net. I was in a new environment, but at the end of the day, I could return to my comfort zone. I’ll be forced to step out of my familiar comfort zone and make those new connections. To meet those new people. To form those new relationships. There is a certain level of fright that comes with this transition, but there is also a great deal of excitement that comes with this too.
While there is new opportunities and excitement awaiting me in Michigan, I have recently spent a lot of time reflecting on the people in my life right now, and I’ve realize how hard it’s going to be to leave. I know that visits and phone calls are still going to happen, but it just won’t be the same. I’m going to miss the late night adventures. I’m going to miss the hikes at Busiek. I’m going to miss cheering on my teams with my friends. I’m going to miss concerts at the Pageant. Most importantly, I’m going to miss my friends and family.
My friends and family have always played a big role in my life, but as I have grown older their importance has only increased. They have helped me shape my values and beliefs. They have been there through the happy times, as well as the devastating times. I’ve shared an endless amount of adventures with them, and I know more are to come.
I know that this entry is pretty scattered, as I am still trying to sort out my thoughts and reactions to everything. What I wanted to get across more than anything else is how grateful I am for the people in my life. I can’t imagine where I would be without you guy. So thanks.