Everyone knows I am living in Savannah now, but most of you don't know what led up to me moving. Everything started back near the beginning of the year right after Wendy found out she was going to South. We were working out at the gym one Saturday morning and she was talking about moving and how much it would cost to live in Savannah. I jokingly said, "I should just move to Georgia with you." She said, "Yeah that would be awesome." Immediately I wondered if I had made a mistake by saying anything. I knew what moving would mean and I wasn't sure if it was the right thing. We didn't say much else about it. I went home thinking about it though. I mentioned it in passing to my parents, but they didn't say much. I knew we were all still thinking about it though. I remember getting in the shower after that and crying and praying that if I was supposed to move let someone else (such as Aunt Barbara) mention it and that if I was supposed to move I would need help with feeling homesick and missing everyone. I did not want me moving to be my will because in the past (and even recently) I had seen people do things of their own will and they didn't turn out so great.
I would guess that about a month passed without really talking about it. Then one night some of us went to eat at Sagebrush. Aunt Barbara was sitting at one end of the table and I was at the other with my parents. My dad decided out of the blue to say something to everyone sitting there about me moving. I didn't say much (that I can remember), but Aunt Barbara said she could tell the way my dad felt about it. I don't remember many other comments about it. I didn't really know how Aunt Barbara felt until the next night when Wendy came over. She told us that she had been over to the Clark's and Aunt Barbara said something to her about me moving and then Pastor John had walked in the room and she told him and they both seemed to think it was a good idea. I knew that meant I would be going to talk to them soon, but I didn't know if I was ready.
I finally got the chance to go talk to them and Aunt Barbara told me that it was a good idea and that I had reached a time in my life where I was growing and it was time to do it "out on my own" (this isn't word for word, but that was the point). She also told me that I would be homesick, that would be a given., but that I would be okay.
During my last month at home there were times when I would be overcome with the reality that I was leaving and I just couldn't take it. Then there were times when I would be riding down the road listening to a cd and a song would just strike a chord and I would begin to cry. I really wasn't sure at one point if I would actually be able to move because I just didn't know if I could take it, emotionally. I did move though and I've been here 1 month and I've visited home twice. Overall though I really like it here. I know this is my time to learn more and get closer to God.
Just a couple of more things before I wrap this up. I remember one night I was starting to feel homesick, so I decided I would get on the website and read a tract before I went to bed. Well, I noticed I had a new email so I opened it up and it was from Keith. He was just writing to say hello. The email was just what I needed at that moment. 
I even found out later from Tracey that he doesn't usually write emails like that. I knew God put it on his heart to write an email to me because I needed it at the time. After that I could just read the tract and go on to bed and I didn't feel quite as lonely and homesick anymore.
The last thing I wanted to say was, during my first trip home (which was a surprise to everyone) my dad stood up in the meeting and he was talking about me moving. During his testimony he said that he knew it wasn't my will to move, that it was something that I had to do. He said it wasn't my will. I was so glad to hear that because that was what I had prayed way back when the whole idea first came about.
