When I moved to Tennessee, I figured after a while, I'd fall in further in love with it, but unfortunately that's not the truth. Sure, the people are way nicer and would literally lend a hand to anyone in need of help, but that still didn't have me convinced.
I thought by 6 months, it would feel like home. But, when you've lived in a certain state for 25 years, it might take some more time to get accustomed. And, maybe I'm the sort of person who needs more time. Maybe Tennessee will really grow on me and I won't want to leave, but whatever the case, I'm not even close to being "there."
I assumed there would be a bunch of events every weekend, but I'm not able to find too many activities to do. I'm not a drinker, so the bar scene doesn't really appeal to me too much. I think I'd rather save my money and my waist. Most people around my age is out drinking, dancing and clubbing, but I'm not a huge fan. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to go dancing if I had girlfriends that felt the same, but drinking isn't really my forte. But, instead of thinking negativity and giving up, I'm going to turn my frown upside down. I've learned tons of things moving here, so I'd never take it back.
The other day, I began thinking that this was all a dream. I didn't feel like living here was real. I thought I was living in another world and I was outside of myself looking in. But, I am here and this is real, but I'll just enjoy where I am and see where live takes me. I look forward to the next step in my life and am no longer looking back on the past.