Spread My Wings.

It was the epitome of a proper Alaskan sendoff. 

It was one of my last days in Alaska, and I was coming home from a walk. The weather was wonderful, the sun was out, and I was taking in this pristine place I’ve called my home for so many years with a thoughtful and nostalgic sigh. 

At the end of my driveway, there was a moose. She was laying down in the snow, appeared to be sunbathing, and we both silently acknowledged each other, two feminine creatures soaking in this fine spring weather.  

I smiled shyly to myself, taking in this simple moment and above me, an Alaskan bald eagle flew in circles around us.  

And it reminded me of something my dad has been saying for so long about my move.  

Through all the back and forths I’ve had the past year or so, my dad has remained consistent with one phrase: 

It’a time to be a big girl and spread your wings.  

 For awhile, I resented the comment.  

I’ve actually been continuously loathing it until today, when I saw that eagle flying overhead. I’m not 100% confident in myself and my decision to up and move to California with no job, but I’m aware of the fact that it is time for me to search the skies and try something new in a place other than Alaska.

For me, and the future I want to have, the opportunities lie in California. I can feel it, and although the uncertainty terrifies me, I truly believe that it’s where I’m meant to be. 

I’ve cried many tears already, and I know there will be many more that will cascade down my cheeks in mascara ridden rivers, but I have to remind myself that I’m doing this for personal growth. It’s been hella hard to leave, definitely one of the most difficult and emotional moves I’ve ever made, but the time has come for me to once again step out of my comfort zone. I have to go into the unknown, not with certainty, but with confidence in myself that I truly will succeed, as hard as it is to leave a place I love and adore so much. 

Like the eagle flying overhead, an image that will forever remain in my mind as a memory of my Alaskan home, it is time for me to spread my wings and fly.  

Time for me to be a big girl. To grow up, fall down a little, curse the adult world and it’s many (unresonable) responsibilities, fail a few times, have a good cry, get over it with my friends over a fancy arse cocktail, and then move forward more confidently, a lesson learned.  

And the good thing?  

Like the eagle, I can always spread my wings and fly home for a refresher.  

(And you know I will).  



Alaska to California... the star-t of an adventure for sure. ⭐️