The best things in life are the people we love, the places we’ve been and the memories we’ve made along the way.
Where we love is home- home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Together is a beautiful place to be. Home has never been a place for me, it’s always been a feeling. Driving down 26 at the end of this weekend with the Carolinas in my rearview was the first time I truly didn’t want to leave my hometown. In all reality, I felt as if I could have packed up and moved back home immediately which is a feeling I have never experienced after moving away. I always develop this unusual feeling as soon as my car hits the Spartanburg County line. Driving by the places that once held so many memories is almost euphoric. I’ve never been able to make complete sense out of the emotion, but it’s different and it feels so good it makes me smile ear to ear. Being back home this weekend felt right. Mom said to me years ago, “I always thought you would be the girl who would get out of this small town.” I finally did it mom! Moving away has been one of the most incredible experiences of my life and has taught me more about myself and about life than I can even begin to explain. I have grown exponentially. Being in Georgia alone for years has forced me to truly discover the woman that God created me to be and to embrace the relationships of the people that God has put into my path. And for that, I would never trade a second of this experience and am beyond grateful for the opportunity. But my roots run deep, and will always lead me right back to where the love of my family resides. Being away has taught me the importance of family and the importance of finding joy in every little moment and occasion. I miss those Sunday lunches and impromptu dinners that I once took for granted. I miss being able to hug my family whenever I wanted to and I miss the support system that I once had so close. Phone conversations just aren’t the same as having their loving presence right in front of me. I miss the rolling hills of the Carolinas and the crisp morning air. I miss the sunrises and sunsets that I find to be a little more special in the Carolinas and I miss the way the mountains peak over the hilltops around every corner. This weekend was so incredible being back home with the very people that I adore the most. I was surrounded with the simplicity of pure joy and incredible families and friends that radiate love. I don’t think I quit smiling one time, and I laughed belly laughs. As mom and I were sitting in church Sunday during worship, she started crying and wrapped her arms around me and said “I’m so glad you are home, and here with me.” If that doesn’t make you miss home, I don’t know what will! Thank you God for giving me family and friends that I don’t deserve. They are my world. Thank you for the opportunity to miss them dearly and to be able to come home and hug them a little tighter.












