Paul and I are finding ourselves at a weird crossroads right now. I have been living here in Atlanta for almost 8 years now, which is hard to believe. I’ve never lived in one place this long in my life. I always thought I was the type of person to move every 2 years. Now, I’ve started to put down roots.

The past few years I’ve been able to really plug into the local community. We have a church we love. Friends we can call on for almost anything. I can gather my girl friends for a girls’ night out, or ask them to watch my kids for a date night. I know my way around this beautiful city of mine. This is a very weird thing for me. I am not used to having this – a home. And… I kinda like it.

I never imagined raising kids who lived in the same city their whole childhood. I always pictured us moving around. I always felt like the new experiences would be good for them, as hard as it is to keep moving. But the other day, Paul asked me if we weren’t tied to Atlanta by a job or house, would I want to move away, and where? And honestly I couldn’t get excited about leaving. We’ve often talked about moving to North Carolina (Charlotte or Asheville), or maybe somewhere else in the southeast… but when I try to imagine doing it now, I can’t.

This is very weird for me and I’m not sure what to do about these feelings!

We’re here for now, and I’d really like all my children to be born here in Atlanta just because of the prenatal care I’m able to get here. But after that? If Paul should want to move on from his current job? Do we go? Stay? I’m really not sure.

Just things I’ve been pondering.