As soon as I got pregnant I had an urgency to go home. I kept saying I got to go home. And I didn’t even know how it would all happen but I knew I had to go! The closer I got the more I anticipated going home. It’s something about home, about southern hospitality, about southern love, and the familiar that I want to/ needed to rush back to. The relationships that have been cultivated here are real, seem more legit, and it’s of course because those people have known me the longest and while I have been a horrible friend especially to those at home- those relationships were built and cultivated when I was once a better friend (although I question if I were ever a good friend” ). Still they know me- not me The Working Beauty- but me the wild child, the nerd, the irresponsible , the argumentative, the predictably unpredictable, the cares about little bit but still cares so much ME. nothing I do really surprises my friends or even family (no matter how shocked they act) at home. Well except this pregnancy but that surprised me too lol. So I know now that I am home the following will happen: I will laugh, I will eat DaMN good and I will feel love. I thugged it up in DC for 8 mos, worked my business, but It’s a no brainer for me #ATL
I’m home! And it feels soooo good!