THREE HOURS NORTH

I had been stuck in a dead-end job for nearly 7 years and I found myself complaining about it to anyone who made eye contact with me. I was unhappy with my job and that consumed me so much that I became unhappy with myself. I let my 9-5 essentially become my own gravity; keeping me close-by, even though I didn't like where I was living. I was feeling homesick for a place that I didn't even think existed. 

A thought came to me in the middle of dinner. I was sitting at the bar with my boyfriend when I thought of making a big change. Something I called a "pipe-dream" for so long because I was afraid my head was in the clouds. But because spending the past five years together, and the way his heart knows mine, he was almost immediately on board. 

Just a few short months later we both quit our jobs, packed up our house, and drove three hours north to live in a cabin in the woods. I cried on the drive up because I could already feel myself coming back to life. I felt at home.