17 Nov 2015
I’ve lived in Tennessee for seven years now but have always called California home. It’s where I was born. It’s where I grew up. It’s where I got sick, made some of my best friends, had my first kiss, and drove a car for the first time. As my mom got ready to sell my childhood house where I was raised, I mourned what felt like the loss of my home. Even though my husband and and I were buying a place of our own, it still didn’t feel like Tennessee was “my” place.
There are places like that sprinkled all around Nashville. The dorm room where my best friend and I met. The parking lot where my husband and I had our first kiss. The lake where he proposed. Our wedding spot. And now the house that we own together. Places where little moments have had life-changing impact.
And that’s what home is, isn’t it?! It’s not always the place you grew up or the first place you fell in love. It’s the place that you want to come back to every day. It’s the place where what’s most important to you can be found when you walk in every evening. It’s the sound of your husband telling you he’s glad you’re home after a long day.
California will always have a special place in my heart. I’ll probably continue to miss it and my family every single day. But my husband is my new family and as we continue to make new memories, this is our home together.
Where is your home?