There are few things in life that give me a instant headache. cheap vodka, Kanye and Kim K as a couple and...MOVING. Yes, that's right, I detest moving more than wearing Spanx in summer. Just the thought of packing and unpacking makes me start to sweat in places I don't even want to think about.

So no one was more surprised than me when we made a snap decision to move over an hour away to my hometown in San Diego to be closer to my parents. And by snap decision, I mean we went into escrow without JOBS in that area. Or basically without thinking ANYTHING through. But hey, when your dream house that's down the street from built-in babysitting becomes available, you jump at it! Because making a living comes secondary to being able to dump your kids off and jet to Vegas at a moment's notice in my book.

Seriously, I don't know how to explain it to y'all, but I just KNEW it would all work out. Well, I was pretty sure. I *may* have snuck over to my psychic after a small panic attack. I mean, I was pretty zen considering I was relocating without a job to a place where snakes and coyotes roam free and we'd be on *gasp* septic tank! But I needed spiritual reassurance. She told me she'd been shitting a brick about it too until she consulted with her "people"-turns out the angels were totally on board with the Fenton family getting the hell out of Los Angeles also?! She even told me that the butterflies that seem to be following me (creepy, btw) were the universe's way of telling me to chill the F out.

So I calmed down and things just started falling into place. I hired ~~cougar bait~~ college athlete movers and started packing my little type A head off. I tried not to worry to much about the recurring nightmare I kept having where I got into a hair-pulling girlfight with my old high-school nemesis at Starbucks. I even blocked out all the emails my dad kept sending about the rattlesnakes that he insisted were hiding in the brush at our new house.

For the first time in my life, I took a REAL leap of faith that things would all work out if I just stopped trying to control the hell out of everything.

And you know what? They did.

Right before closing escrow, a job magically opened up internally in San Diego. I started warming up to the idea of my neighbors pulling up in their tractors to introduce themselves and had visions of losing ten pounds eating the organic vegetables would grow and then brag about it to anyone who would listen. I even had one weird fantasy where wild rabbits would come up and eat out of my hand. I know, I took it a bit too far. But you get my point, I was ready to get back to my roots.

And now that we're settling in, the pain of those hottie movers leaving half our shit in the garage at the old house(long story!) and losing my most expensive pots and pans is starting to fade into the background. (you suck, Meathead movers!) I'm actually really loving the peace and quiet. And I'm getting used to driving by places I'd rather forget, like the street where I made out with some douchebag on his moped or the intersection where my sixteen-year old self wrapped her car around a tree. And the best part? My new Starbucks has the cutest barista EVEH at the drive thru each morning.

It's the little things, people.

But the moral here? Don't be afraid to take a leap of faith once in a while. I'm not saying you need to freakin' buy a house and just hope it all works out like we did, but maybe just be more open to letting things just happen the way they're meant to.

What about you? Have you ever taken a huge leap of faith? How did it work out? Tell me about it! I have SIGNED copies of Sarah Jio's The Violets of March and The Bungalow for one lucky winner! I'll choose the winners on Sunday August 19th after 6pm PST.

xoxo,

Liz