Thinking back to where I was a year ago and where I am now, I never would’ve imagined I’d have a new job – let alone be living in a new city. It’s funny how things tend to work themselves out (new post coming soon on just that) and fall together perfectly.

As life moves forward, I find myself calling this little city ‘home’. A word that seems to easily fall out of my mouth, yet it still hasn’t quite felt like home. A friend of mine and I recently agreed that it feels like this whole new city thing feels as if any minute this ‘vacation-esque’ feeling will end. It’s like Sunday rolls around and those Sunday scaries are there yet again, but I’m still 200 miles away from Roanoke.

As ‘home’ lingers on the tip of my tongue, I often catch myself saying it and wonder if it’s okay to fall in love with this place so soon.

Home. H-o-m-e. It’s a word that carries a lot of meaning to me and I’ve been saying it quite a bit. I might not feel fully at home just yet in Charlotte, but things have been, for the most part, falling in place for me. Embracing the whole get out of your comfort zone thing has provided me with a sense of empowerment. Yes, I can get out of my comfort zone. Yes, I can make a name for myself here. Yes, I can push this blog to greatness. As cheesy as it sounds, maybe this city is exactly where I need to be. And for right now, that’s one thing I am absolutely certain about.