Writing Bridget Down

I can’t think of a time when I wanted to stay in my small little town. From a very young age all I wanted to do was get out of there.

So I went to college, still dreaming of being far away. Dreaming of exploring. Travelling. Finding myself surrounded by strangers. 

After school, I got the itch. The feeling of being discontented. I wanted to do more, see more, BE more. So I applied to the University of Edinburgh. I got in. I was on my way. When that didn’t happen, and I was left a mere shell of myself, I took off to Colorado. I just had to try and find a new way to get out of there. I had to figure out who I was, and for some reason I felt I couldn’t do that in NC. 

A short few months in Telluride, a new car, and 900 miles later- I wound up in Los Angeles. I have found so much love in my partner here. I feel like I found him, but still felt lost with in myself. 

Overwhelmed with homesickness, loss of friends, support, family- I really had to spend a lot of alone time with myself. And that’s not an easy thing to do. 

Over this past year (OMG it’s almost been a year!) I’ve settled into my homesickness. I’ve realized that I’ll find new friends, but none will ever rival the ones I have at home. and I’ll always, always be a Mom and Papa’s girl- wishing I was with them more often and missing them everyday. Perhaps I am not the wandering adventurer I thought I was, and that’s okay. I think I found what I was looking for. I figured out a big chuck of who I am. Even in my loneliness, I can be thankful for that. But I’ll never stop missing home, and my roots. 

So here I am. 2795 miles from home, making my way in this big old city with my amazing partner in crime. Tears for home, thankful for the ability to miss it, and moving forward with who I am developing into. 

Coast to coast, you are who you are and you love who you love. Perhaps my next adventure will take me further away, or maybe closer to home- either way I am happy for the experience of it all.