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I have been home for 10 days, which is the longest consecutive amount of days I have spent in Nashville all year. After being out of town for the last three months, I have found a new love for my home in Nashville, TN. I can't begin to explain the shift that has happened since I have returned. I admit that I have been a West Coast snob: consciously choosing to not settle into Nashville because I'm not an artist or because this place just isn't "my type." I keep thinking I'll just be here for a couple of years and then I'll be headed somewhere else more "fitting to my personality." But I think I've had it all wrong. Because Nashville is amazing, and snobbery is disgusting and totally blinding.

Since coming back, I have LOVED spending my time with friends and adopted families here in Nashville. I have been out almost every night at a different restaurant or bar, sharing a meal or drink with various friends who are so special to me. This week has been such a blessing - to realize how much I truly love where I live. I love my roommates, my friends, my church, my small group, my coffee shops, the weather, and even the Nashville culture. But most of all - I simply love my friends. It's hard to be gone so much. I miss out on a lot. But I'm so thankful for their willingness to include me, even though I'm an often unreliable friend.

I am so happy to be here. I'm leaving again in two days for vacation (which is a good thing), but I will miss this taste of home that I had this week.

Jena