I moved to Nashville two and a half years ago to work for Thomas Nelson. It was a big move for me. BIG. I had been in Birmingham, Alabama, for eight years.
Birmingham was my place. I built a life there. I built a home there.
And candidly I was not certain that the Nashville move would stick. I assumed the move was temporary. I assumed I would get some more experience under my belt that I could take and utilize in other opportunities. I assumed I was done cultivating rich energizing friendships. I assumed that although God was calling me to move He would bring back. I assumed I return to Birmingham after a few years.
I assumed wrong (or at least I’m assuming I assumed wrong.)
Over the last year, Nashville has become home in a way I never anticipated.
I have made incredible unconditional friends. I have found a church where I fit. I work for a company that I’d like to continue with for the duration of my career.
But something is missing. I haven’t built a home. I haven’t found a place I can completely claim as my own.
I am eager to put down some roots and build a life here…but first, I must pick up the roots I laid down elsewhere. First, I must sell the condo I purchased in Birmingham.
So if you know ANYONE who is looking for a place to settle in Birmingham or ANYONE who is looking for a smart investment property, please send them here. My condo is officially for sale for a incredibly low price.
So tell me…are you rooted where you are? If so, what do you love most about where you are planted? If not, what would need to happen for you to feel more at home?