Some days I don't feel as bold as I once was. There's bold because you want to be and bold because you have to be. Back then I was bold because I had to be. Bold meant making a move. Bold meant making friends, being social in new places and with people that eventually became a home to me, all the while becoming familiar with solitude.
Bold meant talking about hard things to the real people in my life. Bold meant being real and not pretending everything was always okay. Bold was accepting change and learning who I was with it.
I like to talk about missing Ohio-home, and there's truth in the matter there, but if you really get down to it, there's more to a home than who you once were or a place or even the people you love there.
Today, I think of moments I didn't think mattered much. I think of friendships that have woven me together in NC-home and helped me see what it's like to cherish not a place, but the place you're called to, alongside the people in it.
Linking up for Five Minute Friday. Happy Friday!