Good ole Monroe, Louisiana – a city that most natives dream of leaving at the first sign of an opportunity elsewhere. At least me and my friends did. We wanted the excitement of the unknown. A new place full of career options, brunch spots, and excuses to get dressed up whenever we pleased. We wanted different and “more.”
I left for law school with no intentions of coming back. I saw myself taking roots anywhere else – New Orleans, Atlanta, D.C., or London. The world was my oyster and I deserved to live it my way. But at the end of law school, life had different plans.
I’d spent the spring semester and the summer looking for my first job as an attorney. I thought being proactive and making good grades would land me an amazing job in one of the cities on my list of possibilities. Yet August rolled around. The lease on my apartment was coming to an end and all of my hot leads had turned cold.
I was determined not to go home – asking friends if they’d be okay with me borrowing a couch until I found something. Most were willing to oblige me so I considered it a plan.
Meanwhile, mom was attempting to sale me on applying for positions at a corporation back home. I did it, and had 3 interviews in less than a week. I supposed it was destined – a little time to regroup while I developed a game plan for getting back out there.
Home a year and a half, engaged, and relocated – I’d made it happen. Well, temporarily made it happen until we got the call that my husband was blessed to be hired as a safeties coach at University of Louisiana Monroe – a Division 1 college located in our home town.
While preparing to transition back we’ve had a ton of support from friends and loved ones. Life is a bit of a world wind as we pack up our lives and head back to where it all started, and everyone who knows me has one solidary question: How does coming home make you feel?
The short answer: blessed.
For as long as we’re here, we have an awesome chance to show people what happens when you grow where you are planted. We get to skip the 8 hour drive it used to take to hug our loved ones tight. Have childhood friends over for game night. Eat at our favorite spots and encourage those who feel they are at a disadvantage simply because of the side of town they come from. All things work together, and this moment is working to brew up glorious outcomes.
Life is what you make it. I’m learning that it’s not so much about where you live but how you live. Venturing off has taught me that there are invaluable things about home that you can’t get anywhere else. Those are the things I’m excited to indulge in and take advantage of. Those are the things that really matter in the grand scheme of things. A little planning and money make it possible to experience all the places in the world, but there’s no place like home.