Five years ago today, I boarded a plane in Omaha, Nebraska and landed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It was a bittersweet day and one that set in motion a series of changes in my life that I never could have foreseen.
“Did you land safely?” he asked.
“Yep, I’m about to head north to Bensalem and I’ll check into the hotel,”
The conversation paused while the wave of applause and cheers subsided.
“Wow, sounds like it’s quite a party. I can’t believe I’m missing it,” I said.
“I know first time in almost twenty years, hopefully you can find somewhere to watch the game and enjoy it. Good luck on the new job tomorrow, give me a call and let me know how it goes. I’d better get back to the game and guests,” he replied.
The first day at my new job included introductions to my new staff, a tour of my new apartment (which looked nothing like the pictures online), and an outburst of tears when I discovered the fact that I’d improperly packed senior pictures and they were covered with scratches.
Five years later I’m writing this from my new office, which is located at the top of my stairs.
The pups are in their place, sleeping soundly at my feet while I type away – the clicks on the keyboard are a constant sound in the house.
It would be easy for me to look at the past five years and say that moving was a bad idea. A near foreclosure, major changes in family status, and the helplessness I felt when we first moved as I watched my youngest son experience severe growing pains in a completely unfamiliar environment top the list.
There were times when I felt like moving boxes was a bigger challenge than moving mountains.

But somehow the space magically transformed into a little slice of paradise.
There were days I questioned myself as a parent and doubted my choices. I’ve come to learn that we all do. The smiling faces of my beautiful children is a constant source of joy and realization that what’s important is the communication about the choices, not the decisions themselves.
At the age of fifty, I learned to laugh out loud, with joy, and without embarrassment. I began to understand that life is meant to be celebrated.
I discovered the gift of writing and that the color of my soul is the sun.
I now know that there’s more than one way to experience a visit to the zoo.
And a walk through the neighborhood can reveal unexpected treasures.

I’ve learned that it’s never too late to learn something new and that we all have the capacity to amaze ourselves.
I know how to “batten down the hatches” and draw strength from candles in the storm.
When I started this blog a year or so ago the title “It’s a Whole New World,” was the biggest understatement of the century.
Each of the past five years has had it’s ups and downs and in one way or another they’ve been a winning season, but this past year has definitely been a championship year. I have a feeling, the upcoming season is going to be even better.
It has indeed been a great ride for you. Can I just say…. told ya so! 🙂
Robin, You can indeed say ‘told ya so’ and I accept them with a giant smile 🙂
Thank you for your constant encouragement and support!
I loved reading this and am so proud to be your mom!
🙂 🙂 🙂
Fred the Frog is my favorite!
(Say that 5x out loud really fast. lol)
He’s my favorite too!
LOL! it doesn’t sound anything like Fred the Frog by the fifth time 🙂
Beth, this was really a wonderful post. Exceptional! Thank you for sharing your story!
Naomi,
Thanks so much for your kind words – it feels good to be back to doing a little personal writing again. 🙂
What a great journey! Things have a way working their way out. “It is what it is” is what I say. Beautiful photography.
Thanks so much Steve – and you are right, “it is what it is,” and when we make the most of that, things do turn out well 🙂