I am not sure if that phrase is copyrighted or whatever the hell word I should be using there but “love where you’re at” has spoken to me for a long time now.
In fact, it’s on one of my felt boards in my house this month in honor of my birthday month:
I made sure to google the quote so that I didn’t step on toes when titling this post and found this gem of a song:
“And the best part of learning is just loving where you’re at”.
It’s taken me a very long time to get here, loving where I’m at.
Of course, I am not completely evolved yet but through my journey (aka this thing called life, thank you Prince), I have become much more aware of how little I was truly loving my life simply by wishing for things I didn’t have.
I wish I lived where it was warmer.
I wish we had more money.
I wish I was thinner.
I feel like, for a very long time, I was trying to attain something that might possibly never happen.
I wasn’t at all in love with where I was but rather waiting for the next thing to come.
And when the next thing came, THEN I would be fulfilled.
In this week’s edition of, it’s my birthday month so let’s pick topics out of a hat, I will be tackling the following prompts:
What place do you consider your home; my life story in five sentences; and how would you like to be described.
What place do you consider home
So the reason I bring up loving where you’re at is that, for a very, very long period of time, I didn’t really like where I currently live.
I was constantly on Realtor.com looking for new homes, googling search terms like “best places to live with a family”, “most affordable places to live”.
But I could never pinpoint why I didn’t really like it here.
I mean, there are downsides to living in the state I live: highest taxes known to man, the winters are pretty horrible (can you say snow in April?), and home prices are kind of stupid for what you get.
But aren’t there downsides to everywhere?
Here’s the thing, it’s home. In fact, it’s been the longest I have ever lived in one home, coming in at 14 years this summer.
And you know what? I really love this home. So much so that whenever we talk about winning the lottery, I always say I would pay to physically move this house somewhere warmer to which my husband says, MY GOD, I WILL BUILD YOU A HOME JUST LIKE THIS ONE.
To which I say, but what about this wall???
I also love the community we have created in our little “city”. We have neighbors who walk into the house like they live here (I love that), kids friends who know our garage code and let themselves in, I love that we can walk to the movie theater or the grocery store or restaurant, that we have two big-box grocery stores within a five-minute radius, that we can be in downtown Chicago in less than 45 minutes and in the country riding horses in less than 20 minutes.
Then I noticed something; the more I focused on the good about where I live, the more I kind of loved it.
My life story in five sentences (aka- my life in numbers)
I was born and raised in Ohio until the age of 19 when I moved to Illinois, where I started working full-time in retail instead of going to college.
After five years, I realized retail wasn’t my passion so I started night school college at the age of 24.
I got married to the wrong guy (whom I met working in retail) at the age of 25; became a mommy for the first time at the age of 29, and subsequently, got divorced at the age of 33.
I married the right guy (whom I met at the age of 23) at the age of 36 and became a mommy for the second time at the age of 37, which also happens to be the same age when I graduated from college (she was in my belly, unbeknownst to me, as I walked up to the stage to get my diploma).
I finally found my real passion (writing) at age 39 years old.
How would you like to be described
“She was the real deal”
“Wasn’t she that chick who was obsessed with John Hughes and made the funny-as-hell movie about a caravan from Los Angeles to Chicago. Hey, whatever happened to that movie? Maybe it’s on Amazon”