Changing Seasons

I've lived a little "bi-coastly" for most of my adult life... I'm familiar with change and I'm use to the chaos and movement. I mean a total of four cross-country road trips; back and forth between Tampa Florida to San Francisco twice within an 5-year window. Maybe less. Moving on a whim to Chicago for a year. Now I'm back home.

This year I've gotten back to my roots; it's been almost a year since I bought my first house here in Kansas City. I'm not going to lie there are a lot of people here who have lived here their entire lives and I can't imagine that. San Fransisco still feels like home in my heart. And part of me plays with the idea of moving again in the future. I often have dreams of apartment hunting in the Bay Area.

However. I'm very content here. You can't put a price tag on being close to family and friends. The slower pace is a welcome change, and Kansas City has a familiar uniqueness to it. As the leaves begin to fall from the trees, the vibrant red maple leaves, the cool brisk feeling in the air... the changing of seasons is intrinsically nostalgic for me.

I've had a really beautiful year; a spring and summer full of love and adventure. And my first year of homeownership pains have definitely added some "depth" to my character (with the basement flooding and HVAC system breaking). Something that helps me stay grounded and grateful is remembering that this was the life I've been wishing and praying for.

I'm looking forward to a cozy winter... and the time to recalibrate and restructure myself and my life for the new year ahead. I'm sure in another year or two I'll feel differently about these midwestern winters though. 😅 ♥️