Its funny how a year prior when we decided to go to California, I was adamant that we would only be there a year and then return straight back to Wisconsin. While we were in California, working at camp and exploring the beautiful coast, God began to change my heart and allowed me to truly consider staying in California for longer.
“You get a strange feeling when you are about to leave a place, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way again.”
In my 22 years of life, I had never planned to live anywhere but Milwaukee, WI. I had grown up in the same house from utero to 18. The furthest I had ever lived from my parents was 20 minutes when I lived on the east side to go to college. I love my city, the fact that Lake Michigan was a mere 20 minute drive from my childhood home, how I could walk anywhere that I wanted to go, that almost everyone that was important to me lived within a half an hour drive. Growing up, I imagined getting married and living in my hometown, starting a family, working for companies in buildings that I had seen my whole life. Never being more than 30 minutes from my parents, siblings, nieces or nephews. And all of these thoughts made me happy. Milwaukee is my home and has my heart.