Two months //

I moved to Nashville just over two months ago.
I still cannot believe most days that I actually did it, and I especially cannot believe that I've stuck it out.

Here's an honest update:
I'm tired.
I don't feel like I know my purpose here.
I question if I have a purpose in another city.
I still don't really know anyone.
I still don't have an address.
I still don't have my license for the state of TN.
I still don't know what God is doing.
I still don't know why He's taking so long.
I still don't know what specific job I want.

But.
I still believe {somehow, someway} that this is where I was meant to be.

I was given this insane opportunity a few weeks back out of nowhere. I said yes, because it was July, and I had made a promise to myself that I'd say yes to any opportunity that came my way. When I started this job, I hadn't even faced one of the biggest setbacks of my time here. Little did I know then, and even now, just how much saying yes would change me.

I think we need to be around people different than us because it teaches us so much about love.
I think we need to force ourselves to do things we'd never normally do just because of the people it'll let us meet.

I don't feel brave or strong. I feel worn down and exhausted.
But there's beauty in everything {just not everyone sees it}

I don't know what I want or need this new month to be. But I am looking forward to it.
Month 3 in Nashville, let's do this.