When I was 13 years old I was uprooted from the suburbs of Atlanta the only home I had ever known and moved to the mountains on Virginia.
Some may of loved this, but not me. I went from everything being right there, and a diverse culture to.. the middle of no where. The country.
I struggled with being homesick for about two years.. to be honest it still has not fully went away.
It was hard to find inspiration when your life took a complete 180.
After years of soul searching, I forgot.. to even really look whats around me.
I live in the Blue Ridge mountains. A place people travel to see.. The Vast mountains, evergreen forest that stretch beyond the eye. The still quiet when you're drinking coffee of your porch. The slow paced life (vs) the busy get up and go. Not to mention finding love, and all the beautiful friends I've made that have changed my life and inspire me every single day. I realized it isn't so much the place you live, that becomes yourhome.They say "Home is where the heart is" Cliche maybe, but isn't it so true? Where you feel most loved, where the people who give you that love, are. The people and beauty that inspires you daily. That is home. That is where my heart is.