As many of you know, I took Millie to NC over the weekend. We saw dear friends and places that fill me with nostalgia. I left with a gratitude and lightness from being there, and also a heaviness as we drove down I-95 towards home.
Nate and I went to college, met, dated, moved into our first home as newlyweds, and formed many of our deepest friendships in North Carolina. We grew in knowing the Lord; we grew in knowing each other.
Nate went to Law School. I started my first job. We brought John Robert home from the hospital, followed by Scout. So much life was packed into that decade.
I really miss North Carolina. In a way, I am homesick for it. And I also really love coming home to Charleston. This always has and still feels like home.
I don’t know if you have a place that you deeply miss, but I hope you know that’s ok. Missing it doesn’t mean you made a wrong choice.
You can love where you live and miss where you came from. You can put down roots where you are and miss those that were planted in another town.
While we cannot be in two places, the love for them can be a both, and. They can co-exist. And I hope they always do. Because really, what a gift: having more than one place that feels like home ❤️