In fact . . . I would refer to Maryland as my home just as much as I would Tennessee (the state I was born and lived in my entire life).
Well . . . I grew up. And my love for this “most amazing” state waned. The reasons I’d fallen in love with it slowly filtered out of my life.
I was used to Annapolis (a beautiful, quaint and clean city) with fun family gatherings.
And so in college, I dreamed of being able to move “home.” During my junior and senior years of college I got internships in Maryland and felt like I was finally living the dream . . .
Then . . . wonder of wonders . . . I was offered a job in Maryland! Hellooooo . . . dream come true . . .
Yes, the job was the dream job I’d wanted straight out of college . . . but I realized that even though this was where I wanted to be in my newly minted career . . . I’d fallen out of love with Maryland.
When I came back I didn’t move to Annapolis. I moved to Prince Georges County . . . yeah . . . (PG county is so beautiful, quaint and clean said no Maryland resident ever . . .)
I didn’t hang out with family either. The reasons I’d come to this state the first time weren’t the reasons I was here this time.
The state suddenly seemed ugly, crowded and extremely dirty to me. I felt trapped. Tied down and uncertain of why I’d chosen to come back.
Yes, for work . . . and I loved my work. But when I got off work and left the building . . . that's when things became a bit of a drag where all I could see was miles and miles of backed up traffic.
Okay so how do I wrap this up in a positive way . . . well . . . this post kinda speaks to the reason I’m keeping this blog . . . even though I don’t love Maryland right now and maybe don’t want to call it my home . . . it happens to be my home. And so whether my heart wants to be here or not . . . my heart is stuck with my body and my body is here . . . therefore—wait for it—home is where the heart is! Haha . . . cheesy, I know . . . okay that’s it for now. :)
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