A place i call home

At the age of twenty five I have lived many different places. I moved out for the first time my sophomore year of college with two roomates into a 3 bedroom rent house. It was nice for the short year we lived there and seeing that each of us were going our own way with choosing different schools I ended up moving back home after that. during my college years I stayed most nights with my best friend who lived in Tyler since it was convenient to everything and we had a lot of the same classes, therefor the same schedule.
After college I got my first medical assistant job and a place of my own in a one bedroom apartment where I stayed quite busy with a 40 hour week plus waitressing on nights and weekends. My life there did not last too long because during that time is when I was called back to Zambia.
That summer I packed up and moved back home exactly one day prior to getting on a plane to Africa for three months. When in Africa I considered many places a home for a short time. Every week I was sleeping somewhere new, interacting with new groups of people and attempting to adapt to the lifestyle of migration.
I returned to the states in October of 2012 and once again moved back in with my parents, because life of a missionary doesn't exactly leave you rolling in the dough.
I worked a daycare job for the next several months enjoying life and catching up with friends. In February of 2013 is when I landed my current job and quickly had to become the responsible adult once more. After being at my job for a year I decided it was time to actually grow up and settle into a place of my own that wouldn't be such a long commute back and forth to town.
ALL this to say, this past spring I moved into an apartment that I have grown to love. It took many months and a lot of hard earned money to make it into what I had envisioned. I am proud to call my little one bedroom apartment a place I have made a cozy home!
Take a look :)