Settling In...again?

I know, I know—it's been way too long. As I sit here and type these words, I feel guilty for having to type them, yet again. My heart is full, and I have not taken the time to sit down and do what I most love. I have to be honest— I have numerous posts in draft form, anxiously waiting for me to write that final sentence and release them into the ether. I have been so focused on other things, however, so the inspiration to finish that final sentence hasn't been the most...opportune. It isn't that I am uninspired to write these days; in fact, its quite the opposite. It just seems as though the inspiration strikes when I am unable to sit down and get the words out. When my fingers finally hover over the keys and the cursor blinks like the seconds of a stopwatch—poof! It's gone. And I can't force it. So I quit with the hope that inspiration may strike at a more convenient time.

But that's just the thing— more often than not, there will never be a perfect time for me to sit down and produce an a totally awesome and inspiring blog post. It's the fifteen minutes I have before work, or the half hour I spend in bed before turning out the light that I get in a few lines. I am constantly reminded of a promise I made a few posts back: Do less— write more. I'm not sure how the "doing less" part is working out, but I am certainly trying to make more time to write.

It's amazing how little summer actually feels like summer when you're an adult. With the exception of a family beach trip and a few lake days here and there, my summer has been filled with getting into the swing of a new job and, well, moving...again!

I am in love with my new place and I love that I am able to share it with some amazing young women I am eager to get to know as roommates and friends. The commute to work is not ideal, but the thought of getting out of Charlotte each Friday to enjoy my time at home is something I look forward to. Our little town is like something you would see in a movie, and I have to pinch myself every once in a while to make sure I'm not dreaming. There are quaint coffee shops and restaurants, where work from local artists hang on the walls and flyers for local events crowd the windows. I am within walking distance of these, as well as the farmers market and grocery store, so while my legs get some much needed exercise on the weekend, my car gets some much-needed rest. Living here feels right—and it's just what I needed to get a fresh start in a familiar place. I have found it to be the happy medium between the pieces of California I miss every day and the pieces of home that I love.