Why I Moved Back to Georgia

When I say that my life needs a reality TV show, I mean it.

I think my life is totally rad- but not necessarily because I am always doing cool things. In fact, this past month has probably been the most uneventful month of my life. You know why?

I moved back to… Georgia.

CANTON, GEORGIA. Home of multiple Walmarts and Frosty Frog Creamery. A totally different reality than living in Nashville for the past 8 months.

(disclaimer: Georgia isn’t actually boring, I just love Nashville.)

Nashville was everything I could have ever dreamed of it being. It was exciting. Creativity was buzzing everywhere. Aesthetics were dreamy. The food was premium. The people were just exceptional.

I was also in the process of buying a house in the heart of Nashville. Not many people knew this, but I was pumped. I was ready to invest in my future, get the passive income flowing, and get a new project on my hands. I had the green light from mentors and family, so I knew that this was the direction I was supposed to be headed in.

Until I found out that this was not the direction I was headed in anymore.

It all started when I was taking some time off from work to go on a trip to Asheville, NC, early January. During the fun road trip with some great people, I got ~two~ calls that would literally change so much of what I thought 2020 had in store for me.

First, I got a call from work. A shaky voice on the other line saying, “our whole team has been laid off.” – I couldn’t even process this information. It was a Wednesday, I wouldn’t be back in Nashville until the following Monday. I would have to wait six whole days to officially be “laid off.”

Second, I got a call that I had been approved for the house that I was desperately excited about. And… we needed to move fast on it. The housing market in Nashville is absolutely insane. In those moments, I had to forfeit the house. It didn’t help that I barely had any service in the mountains and could hardly communicate with anyone.

I cried a healthy river and just thought… what the heck.

Having to make some fast decisions, I realized paying big city rent without a job was not a great financial decision, and I needed to move home until I could figure something out.

But yet another plot twist takes place in this already complicated story. My childhood home, in Canton, had just been put up for sale.

“Um, God… where do I go from here?”

I’ve realized this trend in my life. I never know what is next. I can try my best to control what my next step will be – and the exact opposite seems to always take place. But the difference between how I would have dealt with this in the past, and how I deal with this now, is confidence.

Confidence in the purpose for my life.

I operate from a place of freedom. I do not worry. I acknowledge, with every ounce of my being, that the story He writes for me has so many plot twists, is so fun, has so much purpose, and that the memoir I will create in my 60’s will be really, really exciting to write.

Jeremiah 17:7-8

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its root by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fail to bear fruit.”

5 thoughts on “Why I Moved Back to Georgia

  1. Girl! You have SO MANY GREAT things ahead of you! Enjoy this “down time” you’ll be back in the fast paced, rat race of life sooner than you know! Love your writings! Love you!


  2. I relate to this very much. Having moved back to my hometown and state after spending time overseas I felt lost. I feel like I never know what the next step is, but through prayer and having confidence in myself and God’s plans for me I’m beginning to see a path.


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