I’ve had years of cramped-up city life
Trapped like a duck in a pen
All I know is it’s a pity life
Can’t be simple again

Rocky Top you’ll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good ol’ Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee,
Rocky Top Tennessee

Girl from the South will soon be blogging in the South.

That’s right folks. I’m moving back to Chattanooga in a month!

Oh, come on. I know that none of you are surprised…

The official announcement went out today at work, so now I can tell people. I’ve taken a job at a nonprofit in Chattanooga. If I do my job right, those in the area should figure out where I’m working.

This decision took a long time. Truthfully, I felt God calling me back for a while, but I fought it. For about a year.

Last spring, I read about Laura’s journey back to Nashville after teaching in Indonesia for a couple of years. I kept thinking, “How does she know, absolutely know, that God is telling her to do something?” I think that I have a better idea now. The events over the last few months have been pretty incredible.

Two years ago, I moved to DC, eager to become a conservative politico with a fancy M.A. from American University. I happily traded in Wal-Mart for Whole Foods, moved to a wealthy DC neighborhood and turned my nose down at the ‘burbs and the sad, little people who go to strip malls.

Then I realized that in my heart, I was a suburbanite. I even like shopping at Wal-Mart. That fancy M.A. from American came with a hefty price tag that makes shopping at Whole Foods and living in a wealthy DC suburb nearly impossible.

This isn’t a “DC sucks” post. I still love the District. However, at this point, I’m supposed to to be in Chattanooga. Who knows, maybe I’ll be back in a few years.

Ah, thirty more days…

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