Two thousand miles is a long way from my original home in Los Angeles. Two thousand miles and three Christmases still brings me moments of pause, reflection and a bit of melancholy. I’ve learned and grown more in the past two and a half years than at any other time in my life, and as we come to the end of our third December, here are my reflections on Franklin, Tennessee.
Most importantly, I’ve learned to live with change and in fact.. embrace it. It’s still uncomfortable, but I’m getting comfortable with what’s uncomfortable. Change is hard, but it has many rewards. I’ve learned that without change, I don’t grow.
So let me just put this out there…Moving is perhaps one of the hardest things a person can ever do. Moving across the country to a place where you know no one, like we did, is almost too much to even think about, but when your soul screams at you, after awhile you have to listen. Moving takes you on a BIG LIFE JOURNEY!
Christmas without your family is not easy, either. Thankfully my daughter comes to visit, so I don’t have to go down that road. I’m not sure I’d be able to. I’ve learned to embrace a new kind of Christmas, but sometimes it’s still lonely.
It’s one of the most beautiful places on Earth and I get to live here. Driving through the countryside where cows graze and horses run free is magical.
Franklin is a blessing.
Franklin is fast becoming a haven for transplants like me, who want to escape the frenzy of crowded cities. Now mind you…there is traffic, but it’s totally different than what I once lived with. Not everyone is thrilled that we’re here, but that’s the way it goes.
People are friendly, but when you’re the new kid on the block, making friends is up to you. Pretty sure this is just one of life’s little rules. There is no way to ever express how much my new friends lift me up. I owe them a lot.
The level of community outreach and volunteerism is amazing. We help each other. It’s just the way it is.
Church is part of life and there’s one for everyone. I never found my place at church, until now, and it’s changed everything.
It’s a joy to live in a place where holidays are celebrated in a big way and Made in America matters.
History is everywhere and it’s humbling and a big part of what makes Franklin so special. Sometimes I feel small when I walk the grounds of Carnton Plantation and think about what happened there.
Yes…I love fried anything and bacon even more, but I also LOVE that I have access to farm-raised produce, grass-fed meat and free range chicken and it’s all at our local Farmer’s Market.
Some friends slowly disappear when you move away. It’s weird, but apparently, distance does make a difference. I accept it, but I don’t get it. It is the 21st Century afterall. We have ways to communicate that are pretty easy. This has been the hardest lesson for me.
Then on another note…lots of my friends want to come to visit because it’s fun. Franklin is not only beautiful, it’s fun, and you never know who or what you might encounter.
As 2015 comes to a close and I reflect on my life, one truth stands out for me. My reason for leaving Los Angeles had nothing to do with losing my mind…it had everything to do with saving my soul.
Here’s to a wonderful 2016!
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