Much has changed since I moved to California.

For instance, as I got in my car this morning to go to work, I realized I needed to pick up my laundry from the laundromat. No, not my dry cleaning. My laundry. Meaning, I have actually resorted to dropping off baskets of clothes for them to wash and fold so that all I have to do is come by the next morning and pick them up.

I would never have done this back home. EVER.

My parents are coming in town this evening and I can't help but think of how different my life is since I left Kansas a little over a year ago. Most of it is change for the better. I feel like my future is wide open with possibilities that I've never considered before. My days are filled with sun, new friends and sounds of the ocean. But there are things that I miss like ... simplicity, open roads, rain, family, the comfort of my past.

I pray that, in letting go, I'm allowing myself room to become someone that I've always longed to become. My fear, however, is that I could be letting go of the very things that have made me who I am ... and the very things that people around me need.

For now, I'm ok with replacing my former chores with a bit more time in the evenings. Thanks 4th street Laundromat for helping me become a better person :)