Tennessean

It always amazes me how quickly a human being can assimilate to a new culture, and create new friendships. I've lived in California, Texas, Washington, Florida, Colorado and now Tennessee, and though I'm "from" California, wherever my family is, there is my home. As a child it was my parents and siblings, now it is my husband and children. We, as a family, make a place our home. It's a choice. It's also inevitable. I wouldn't want to go through life feeling like an outsider because I refuse to accept that where I live is my home.
This morning my son said to me, "This place has trees, and butterflies, and friends, and cool air, and a good house...I like Tennessee." No joke...my four year old son said this. And I could not agree more. I am not a Californian who happens to live in Tennessee. I'm a Tennessean. This is my home.
I've learned in life to never expect anything to remain the same. Change is expected, and with God, anything could happen. The future is full of impossibilities. But for now, I am content, and joyful and happy just where I am.