I love where I’m from.
I really do.
There’s something special about familiar roads, front-porch conversations, and the way people know your name before you finish saying it. There’s comfort in roots. In home. In knowing where you belong.
But lately, I’ve felt this quiet tug in my chest.
Not unhappiness—just curiosity.
A wanting.
I want to travel away and experience life somewhere else. Not forever. Not to run from anything. Just long enough to feel what it’s like to live outside the bubble I’ve always known.
I want to wake up in a place where everything feels unfamiliar. New streets. New coffee shops. New accents. New sunsets. I want to get lost on purpose and figure it out as I go. I want stories that don’t start with “back home” but instead begin with “one time, in this little town I stumbled into…”
There’s so much world out there. So many ways to live. So many versions of life I’ve never seen because I’ve stayed right here—safe, steady, predictable.
And don’t get me wrong—predictable has been good to me. It shaped me. It grounded me. It taught me how to work hard, care deeply, and stay loyal. But I don’t think we’re meant to stay in one chapter forever.
I think sometimes God places a restlessness in your heart for a reason.
Not to make you dissatisfied—but to make you brave.
I want to experience life where nobody knows my story. Where I get to introduce myself without a backstory attached. Where I learn who I am without expectations, without labels, without people already knowing my past.
I want to grow in ways that only distance can teach you.
Different scenery has a way of revealing different versions of yourself. It shows you what you’re capable of when comfort isn’t doing the heavy lifting anymore.
I don’t want to leave behind the girl I am—I just want to meet the woman I could become.
Maybe it’s the mountains calling.
Maybe it’s the ocean.
Maybe it’s a city buzzing with energy or a quiet town with a rhythm all its own.
I don’t know where yet.
I just know I don’t want to look back one day and wish I’d been braver when I felt this pull.
So for now, I’m listening to it.
Dreaming.
Planning.
Trusting that when the time is right, the road will open up—and I’ll be ready to take it.
Because experiencing life elsewhere doesn’t mean abandoning home.
Sometimes it just means expanding it.
