Last May I moved home from Tennessee for the final time. I knew there would be no going back there to live, only visits. I knew I would go back to calling Florida my home. What I didn't know is that moving back here I would feel like an outsider to this place...even over a year later.
When I moved to Tennessee for school I would tell everyone that I was from Florida. But overtime, Tennessee became home to me. It is where I spent the majority of the last four years of my life. It is where I made the life long friends that I have. It is where my heart always longs to go.
I was convinced that moving home, back to Florida, I would feel right at home. I mean I did spend the first 18 years of my life here. I was convinced I would love being back here. I was also convinced that everything would work out perfectly and I would have everything I had in Tennessee here.
I was wrong.
I still feel as though I am an outsider in my own town. When someone asks me where I am from I say here, but also add in that I spent the last four years in Tennessee. When I think about home I still think about Tennessee and Milligan. Which I always think Milligan will be my home in some way shape or form. But sometime soon I should fit in here...right?
I have made some new friends who are new to this place, yet they still know about more things to do around here than I do. I still feel as though I am learning everything here and that I will never catch up.
Even though I still feel like an outsider most days, I am finding my way around. I am planting new roots here and I am loving it. I have my family right at my finger tips. I have friends who love me and make me do my homework. And I have a job I am absolutely in love with.
So while I may feel like an outsider most days, I know I'm not. I am loved and appreciated here. And I know this is where I am meant to be!