Today marks my one-year anniversary of living at home. Granted, I have made half a dozen trips to the Bay, one trip to Washington, D.C., one to Florida, another to Portland, to Chico, and another half-dozen to the Eastern Sierras.
Nevertheless, I really have been living at home, inhabiting a princess room, paying cheap rent, and enjoying a limitless food-and-booze meal plan. It really is the good life and I couldn't be more blessed.
My wonderful friend Jenny and I have talked about how getting too comfortable in one place makes us weary, even uncomfortable. It's a worry rooted in the fear of getting stuck in a place, of not pursuing dreams that would carry one out of their comfort zone and lift one out of their super-cozy princess bed. This perspective is coming from two gals that are always on the move and in the mood for an adventure.
But, shoot, what a nurturing and peaceful experience it has been to live at home. To give myself time to think, to write, to create, to explore my beliefs and passions. That opportunity wasn't always readily available in college. With so many people coming in and out of the scene, so many ideas floating around, so many external distractions, it was challenging to focus on what I truly did believe and care about. My relatively open-minded persona was overwhelmed with so many options and possibilities. That still reigns true, but now I am more rooted, which only helps when ideas are flying right and left.
"Grow where you are planted," another one of my grandpa's wise biblical extractions, never became so relevant in my life until I was pushed home on a plane from John F. Kennedy to LAX on August 26, 2012. I had officially graduated; I was officially lost and speechless.
Grow where you're planted. Because I believe God's timing is much slower than my own projected plans. Because I realize people are people everywhere. Because I can find a coffee shop, salsa club, and soccer team in any city of the world. Because I think relationships are the most important thing to nurture. For now, I continue to grow where I am planted in Brea, California, enjoying my princess life.
An adventure is just around the corner, a topic for a later time.
All that being said, my little garden is flourishing, overgrown, and producing tomatoes as large as pumpkins. Abandoned by their gardener, they have done just fine on their own. A reminder that I don't need my princess bed forever.
Nevertheless, I really have been living at home, inhabiting a princess room, paying cheap rent, and enjoying a limitless food-and-booze meal plan. It really is the good life and I couldn't be more blessed.
My wonderful friend Jenny and I have talked about how getting too comfortable in one place makes us weary, even uncomfortable. It's a worry rooted in the fear of getting stuck in a place, of not pursuing dreams that would carry one out of their comfort zone and lift one out of their super-cozy princess bed. This perspective is coming from two gals that are always on the move and in the mood for an adventure.
But, shoot, what a nurturing and peaceful experience it has been to live at home. To give myself time to think, to write, to create, to explore my beliefs and passions. That opportunity wasn't always readily available in college. With so many people coming in and out of the scene, so many ideas floating around, so many external distractions, it was challenging to focus on what I truly did believe and care about. My relatively open-minded persona was overwhelmed with so many options and possibilities. That still reigns true, but now I am more rooted, which only helps when ideas are flying right and left.
"Grow where you are planted," another one of my grandpa's wise biblical extractions, never became so relevant in my life until I was pushed home on a plane from John F. Kennedy to LAX on August 26, 2012. I had officially graduated; I was officially lost and speechless.
Grow where you're planted. Because I believe God's timing is much slower than my own projected plans. Because I realize people are people everywhere. Because I can find a coffee shop, salsa club, and soccer team in any city of the world. Because I think relationships are the most important thing to nurture. For now, I continue to grow where I am planted in Brea, California, enjoying my princess life.
An adventure is just around the corner, a topic for a later time.
All that being said, my little garden is flourishing, overgrown, and producing tomatoes as large as pumpkins. Abandoned by their gardener, they have done just fine on their own. A reminder that I don't need my princess bed forever.
