Emma Lou Writes: A Love Letter

Happy Monday, chicken noodles! I hope you had wonderful weekends, mine was full of hard work, best friends, a cocktail shower for Leah, a visit to a new church with a dear friend, and a trip or two to Target.

This is the first Monday since I started the new format on the blog that is not focused on MTH, and if I’m being honest, I’m a little bit nervous. I have so many different things I want to discuss and a billion words all jumbled up in my head, so I think I’m just going to go for the first thing that comes to mind.

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I was born in the third largest city in North Carolina. A weird little city, not quite a college town (though it is home to 7 colleges and universities), not quite a bustling metropolis, and still not quite a quiet, quaint one stop sign town. In high school, it was basically a rule that you hated our city and couldn’t wait to get out. The thought of going to the local college was a terrible, terrible one. My best friends and I scattered across the country, to other in-state schools, Indiana, New York City, basically anywhere but here. After a year, I returned home (NYC is really freaking expensive when you’re 18) and enrolled in the dreaded local university, I moved back in with my parents, and went back to my high school job.

I’d be lying if I said I was excited. Embarrassed? Check. Lonely? Check. Bitter? Check. I spent a little while wallowing, letting self-pity take me over. But I’m a happy person at heart, the bitterness didn’t last long. I started to invest more at my job and have since met dozens of women who have changed me, each of them teaching me something new. I embraced living at home and have a relationship with my family that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Some wonderful friends welcomed me into their social lives at a nearby school and gave me that real college experience I craved. My senior year, I really fell in love with my school, after falling in love with a boy. I moved into my own apartment (but only two blocks from my family, they just can’t get rid of me). And slowly but surely, without even realizing it, I came to love this city. I love its diversity, its delicious food, its trees, its churches. So many little things make up this city.

And now? This isn’t just the city I was born in. It is the city I was raised in. The city I became a first generation college graduate in. The city the majority of my family lives in. The city my best friends and I will always return to. The city I fell in love in. The city I found God in. It is so, so much more than just the third biggest city in North Carolina, it is home.

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5 Responses to Emma Lou Writes: A Love Letter

  1. kate says:

    The city I was blessed to meet you in! Love this, love you!

  2. leah jane says:

    This is beautiful, Emmy.

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