08/17/2026
Four years. 🏡🤍
Four years ago, I bought this little condo—the first home I had ever owned on my own after my divorce.
At the time, I don’t think I realized just how significant that was.
And then, shortly after I moved in, life took another unexpected turn. I lost my job and had absolutely no idea what was coming next.
But God did.
I trusted Him through it, even when I couldn’t see the whole picture.
And somehow…four years later, I’m still here.
In this home.
Still standing.
Still growing.
Still becoming.
And I’ve realized something about myself over these four years:
It takes me a while to really make a place mine.
Maybe that’s partly because I spent so many years as a travel nurse, moving from one home to another. You learn how to settle in quickly, make a space functional, and eventually pack it all back up and go.
Maybe I just got used to things feeling temporary.
But I’m realizing I’m ready for something different now.
Little by little, I’ve been making this place mine.
The basement became my workout space.
I upgraded the bathroom.
I’m redoing my bedroom now.
And this fall and winter, I’m finally going to tackle the painting and all the little things that will make this place feel even more like home.
But maybe the biggest change isn’t what I’ve done to the condo.
It’s what has happened to ME while I’ve been here.
This home has held some of the hardest seasons, sweetest memories, biggest changes, quiet prayers, tears, laughter, healing and growth.
And somewhere along the way, I’ve realized that I don’t want everything in my life to feel temporary anymore.
I want to settle in.
I want to put down roots.
I want to make things mine.
I want to build a life that feels like home.
And maybe that’s part of becoming again, too.
Not going backward.
Not trying to recreate who I used to be.
But trusting God with what’s ahead and allowing myself to become the woman He’s creating me to be.
Four years here.
And I think I’m finally home. 🤍🏡
