Settling in at Home

Two years ago I made a brave decision to move to the West Coast. It was only supposed to be for a brief year, but it turned into two years of tremendous growth. The people closest to me jokingly call me "Miss Independent," because in a lot of ways I've always done things my way. As a result, I've grown accustomed to a "me, myself and I" mode of living. I love my family and close friends dearly, and in hindsight I appreciate their support as I pursued spontaneity, adventure and autonomy in my life.

Interestingly it took moving away to see the real value in staying connected to my support system. At this point in my life, being  in close proximity to the ones I love means a lot to me. I don't know if it has anything to do with turning 30, but since living in four cities in my 20s, I'm finally ready to settle into a city I can call home for the long-term. Yet it's not so much a place, but the people.

Two years without the harsh East Coast winters means that I'm dreading the cold. Yet I've always loved Fall & Winter fashion and beauty products. I'm currently wearing Essie's Partner in Crime on my nails, it's a jewel-toned teal color that's perfect for the cooler months.

I'm all (well mostly) moved back to the East Coast. Although this move evokes excitement about new possibilities, parts of it has also been unsettling. Slowly, though tentatively, I'm learning to lean into the unknown with strength that I gather from my faith.

As I resettle at home, I'm happy; and as life unfolds, I'll enjoy it along with the things and people that makes this place home.