Dear friends,
I’ve been thinking about this post for a while- what’s new and noteworthy in my life? Some days, it feels like everything. Recently, I’ve been pondering what “home” means. How can a cinderblock suite in Towers feel like home? Is it where you live? Where you feel most comfortable? Where your people are? Where the heart is? (great song, Lady A)
My first home is a hop, skip, and a jump away from Zanies and Burger Up in Nashvegas. I live with four rockstars- hilarious, beautiful, real gal- you may know them. I love them. I love that we make late night crepes, have weekly home improvement projects, paint our nails together, and embrace the ‘character’ (aka imperfections) of our house. I get excited coming home every weekend, and they accept me for my owl nightgowns, my love of mopping, and the fact that I turn into a pumpkin after midnight. Though I’m a short drive from our old stomping grounds, Nashville feels different without y’all here. There’s quite a Vandy crew in Music City, so we’re doing our best to hold down the fort here.
My second home is smack dab in the middle of America, where they call themselves “The Paris of the Plains,” yet I still haven’t seen the Eiffel Tower. I started working with Huron Healthcare June 6, and it’s been quite the whirlwind. [Shout out to all the consultants out there!] Somehow, now that I have a piece of paper that says I completed enough classes to graduate, I suddenly have business cards, a blackberry, and a new collection of high heels. Whaaaattt? My site is at a VA Hospital in Leavenworth, KS (i.e. cornfields + prisons), and our team is living in Kansas City, MO (i.e. BBQ + outdoor shopping malls). I’ll be traveling all over middle America- Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, South Dakota, etc. When on earth did I become an adult? I’m hoping- no, I’m determined- to not make work my life. I want to keep fun in this new grown up world. I rollerblade, cartwheel, and eat popsicles all because I can. I like this quote a whole bunch:
"I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift." –Shanuna Niequist
I’m learning what it means to accept imperfections, to give myself grace, and to find joy in the little things (like free honey glazed peanuts on Southwest). It’s been three months since graduation, yet feels like an eternity. This weekend is Vandy’s freshmen move-in. Remembering how awkward I was at Squirrel Camp makes me wonder how on earth y’all chose to befriend me. Thank you. Think about how far we’ve come, and how far we have to go. My door is always open, whether you’re passing through Nash, Kansas City, or any of the other random cities in middle America. So, come say "hey" in one of my new homes.
Love,
Kaitlyn