How to cope with big, uprooting change



If you’re here for healthy eating strategy, I’ve absolutely got your back—next week.

Today, we’re veering slightly away from practical + helpful, and more toward personal. And I have a question or two for you.

See, June and July have been filled with plenty of staple summer activities: patio lunches. Lazy lake days. Salty beach stays. Boozy, music-filled nights with friends both old and new.

But those moments have been peppered into a mix of major milestones:

- My main squeeze and I proposed to each other (long backstory here).

- Jake, my brother, and Kayla, my (now) sister-in-law, tied the knot.

- Grandma Suellentrop—mother of 13, grandmother and great-grandmother of enough people to populate a small town—turned 90.


And now, to throw our lives onto a completely different course, I’ve just said yes to a really rad job.

In Atlanta.

Which means that the luxuriously long, meandering four months Stephen and I were about to spend in Jersey City together—him finishing his thesis, me packing up our lives and reconnecting with precious, much-missed friends—has been smashed into a little three-week sandwich.

It also means that our plan to relocate to Wichita—to make family a part of our daily lives again, to enjoy + play a part in the development of our hometown’s rapidly growing culture, to build businesses and relationships and a home base there together—has been put on hold for another few years.

It’s deeply bittersweet.

We’re young, we’re largely commitment-free, and we’re totally open to adventure. And diving into everything Atlanta + the smaller surrounding cities (Athens, Chattanooga, etc) have to offer? Epitome of adventure right there. Plus, I’m genuinely thrilled to be able to join a rapidly-growing company in its early stages and to make a direct impact on its visibility—it feels so purposeful, so challenging, so useful.

I just hate that doing so means no more debauchery with Catherine (or the rest of my cousins), no more taco nights at Jake + Kayla’s adorable new house, no more goofing around with Harrison, no more girl-time with these beautiful ladies or trips to see my beloved Kansas City women or supporting favorite local bands and drinking favorite local beers in favorite local bars.

At least, not for a few more years.

And I’ve got enough healthy eating strategies and shortcuts to last a crazed, pack-up-and-see-ALL-the-friends kinda gal months, but my question to you is this:

When you’re dealing with a major transition–within the context of your relationship, your geography, your career, your emotional state, your world–how do you cope?



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