New beginnings

They're coming.

It's been far too long since I've updated this blog. I could go into the excuses including the fact that I write for a living and doing it when I get home isn't always the most inviting prospect. But, really, nothing is going on in our lives to write about.

When people ask us what we've been up to, all I can every say is work. For nearly four years Matt and I have lived and worked in the Brazosport Area in Brazoria County. Matt as a mechanical engineer, me as a reporter and now editor. We've done well, we've moved up.

But now, Matt has a new job in Cypress and changes worth talking about are just around the corner. For those who aren't quite sure where Cypress or Angleton - our current hometown - is, Angleton is 30 minutes south of Houston while Cypress is on the northwest side. Matt drives an hour and a half to work every day. In total, he spends three hours in the car. We are blessed that Matt has two coworkers to carpool with, cutting down on the cost, but not the time.

Sure, the drive is doable. But we don't want Matt losing that much time, especially after we have kids .... someday. So, needless to say, we'll be moving to Cypress sometime soon, or soonish. .... within a year.

Hence the new name for my blog.

While I don't know much about Cypress, I've driven through. And let me tell you, for those that haven't made the trip, it's Houston. 100 percent Houston. There is no gap between the two cities. I suppose there is a sign to indicate you've left one and are entering the other, but that's it: a sign, a line on the map.

Driving around in it semi terrifies me. Traffic, traffic, traffic. My three-accident self is a bit nervous about the idea of navigating the town and traffic.

But the traffic isn't the only thing I worry about.

I hesitate to admit it. But I'm nervous about the people. Will I, a girl raised on a cotton farm and since spent her time in small towns, find anything in common with these, for lack of a better term, city people? Maybe I'm over thinking it.

Either way, I'm finding myself very nervous and very excited about the change. Matt and I are in our groove down here. I know the area. I know the people. We have a routine in our marriage, we've developed a partnership.

Change is a funny thing. It's not black and white. You analyze it over and over again to make sure it's the right change. Almost all change is part good, part bad.

I doubt I'll be telling you anything new when I say that I'm a bit of a worrier. The heart of the matter is you never know what will happen once you make a change. And as a compulsive planner, I quake at the idea of not knowing what is coming next.

So, I will be going back to the following verse often in the coming months.

"I can do all things through Him who strengthens me."  Phil. 4:13

Until next time, I hope you, too, take comfort from this verse.

Love always,

Katlynn