It would’ve been far more picturesque for me to have blogged every step of my journey to California, but my momentary absence leaves a little space for me to magically convey the adventure. I can tell the story from the end as opposed to within the misty midst.
When I left Georgia, I feared that I’d want to turn back before I reached the Californian border. I had moved away only once to Virginia and it was 15 hours closer to home had I wished to return. I eventually did return from VA, but not for any valiant reason. I anticipated a similar cowardice would creep into my heart and I would be back in GA in a matter of time.
I’ve now been in California for a week, and I have no intention of moving back any time soon. There is FAR too much to see and accomplish on this side of the country before I turn tail.
I won’t give up this time.

Now I wake up to the mountains every morning, and a peace like that isn’t easy to find. I’ll be here until God tells me to leave, and I’m hoping that’s no time soon.

✌️💛☀️