Dallas, Here We Come
Yup, you read the title of the post right. My son and I are packing up our things, our entire life and moving 1,215 miles away from my mom, friends, memories and someone that I care far too much for.
My son was born here in Las Vegas back in 2010 and I moved here with my family back in 1994 when I was eleven years old. And honestly, no matter how many memories that I've gained over the years whether good or bad, I have never liked living here. Yes it's fun to go out and party sometimes and the convenience of things being open 24 hours a day can be great at times (best time to go shopping at Wal-Mart is late at night) but the Vegas "lifestyle" has never really fit me and after growing up here I'd prefer my son not to grow up here. Plus not to mention I am not a fan of 10 months of 115 plus degree weather and hardly any rain.
I've never not lived in the same state as my mom and out of my 33 years I've lived with her for 32 of them so that is a huge deal. Something that is making it hard for me to even fathom going because I do so much with my mom that I don't know what I'm going to do without her for some time. What makes it bearable is the fact that she said that she plans on moving out there as well. My mom and I just have one of those mother daughter relationships where she isn't just my mom but is also my best friend and I am very thankful for it and her.
This is a huge change that has so many other changes attached to it besides us moving out of state and I'm honestly scared like crazy but I'm hopeful that this will be a good change for my son and I.
AUTHOR: Kimberly Fouché