You all probably know by now that my place of residence is now in Arkansas. Woof.
It was extremely tough learning after two years of living in Kansas City that we would be moving to the Little Rock, Arkansas area for Michael’s third year of medical school. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have many tearful nights/days/hours/moments. And they came at random times, like realizing that I wouldn’t be able to pick up an iced Roobois Chai from Kaldi’s or remembering that Glace wouldn’t be quite as accessible. I even had a little breakdown in Hyvee because I knew there wouldn’t be Hyvees near me, moving to the land of Walmart.
All in all, it was a stressful, emotion-packed move that felt so much harder than it should have. I had to leave a job I loved. I had to leave a place I loved. I had to leave the apartment we brought our tiny 8-week-old dog home to. I had to leave the place where we made our first home as a married couple.
And my @EatingKC handle bit the dust to make way for @StoriesabtFood. Though I knew the last was coming, it was even more difficult the day I had to change it.
I know what you’re thinking. Who gets emotional over an Instagram handle?
But, there are so many emotions hidden behind that small piece of the internet that I held for almost 2 years. It was the first space where I really felt I could express myself. There were plenty of shapes that it took during those first two years, including the space of, “Should I actually blog about what I eat? Should I actually take pictures in a RESTAURANT?”
But it turned into so much more. It gave me purpose when I felt my work life was draining. It gave me life when I was lonely (med-school wife problems). It gave me SO MANY wonderful friends and people to engage with and geek out with and enjoy food with. It gave me one of my very favorite hobbies that hopefully will transition into something more. Weirdly enough, that little space on Instagram helped me to fall in love with the city I lived in and the people that lived there. Most of all, it gave me confidence to pursue the things I enjoy and love and to document my daily life (through food).
I don’t know how Stories About Food will change in the next bit (suggestions are welcome). But all I know is that this corner of the internet is mine and I’m grateful for the space I have to create something I think is beautiful.
Join me for one wild, unknown, scary ride.
Comment below with your thoughts/recommendations or any terrible moving stories! I’d love to commiserate with you about the last one. 🙂
(These lovely photos were taken the last week we were in Kansas City by Tracy Hill Photography. She’s extremely talented and we absolutely loved spending time in the West Bottoms with her.)