Moving to Texas is one of those things that I did not want to do and did anyway because it felt right. I knew that if I moved to Texas that I would be very successful. I just had this really good feeling that I could find a job and that my life would eventually smooth out to something great. The hardest part about moving was leaving the people I loved behind. I came to Texas no matter how much I did not want to leave those that I cared about and I had come to depend on, I still left. Two weeks after I got to Texas I lost everything in Ike. It was a bit of a shock. I tried my best to be strong however there were times that I was not as strong as others thought I was. I tried to look at the positive side which helped me get through it in the end. I just figure that God wanted me not only to start in a new place but he wanted me to start completely over and to depend on him. I really didn't have much as so I had no other choice than to humble myself and let others help me. I look back now and I see all the miracles that came from the move and loosing everything. I have received far more then I ever lost.
Since the move to Texas I have thought long and hard about going back to New York, and every time I do I get this uneasy feelings. This feeling that it would not be the right thing to do. I can't tell you what my life would have been like if I stayed there. It may have turned out just fine however things would have been different. I also don't think that it would have been very easy to get a job as a teacher and I would have probably gone back to school to get my masters because I couldn't find a job. Maybe I wouldn't have been prepared to be a mother. I don't really know for sure what would have happened there are so many directions a life can take. Every step we take, takes us down a certain path and the little steps matter just as much as the big ones.
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