It won’t last forever.
Sometimes, I couldn’t help but wonder what my life would have been like if I had stayed. If I had responded to Bryce’s feelings and tried things out for the summer before leaving. Would we have kids by now? Would I be a stay-at-home mom regretting that I never took my shot at Hollywood?
I listened to Bryce talk, watching his eyes crinkle with amusement. I did think we would have been happy. Whatever other sacrifices there would have been, we could have made it work. That was something my young, eighteen-year-old heart couldn’t have predicted. Back then, I thought the only way for me to find happiness was to go to California.
Perhaps now I realized that there were many paths to happiness, and as long as you had Jesus, you could find it.
I didn’t regret going. I couldn’t regret my career and my journey so far.
But it was rather lonely.
And sitting here eating tacos with Bryce? Well, I was the furthest thing from being lonely.