I love the saying “home is where the heart is”, because it is so true. Being born and raised in St. Petersburg, Florida, that is the only home I truly have known. All of my family and friends are there, however I never feel like I fully belong. I always knew I would not end up in Florida, the sense of “home” is just not there for me.

Even when I moved to West Virginia for my undergrad degree, I had my own little family in my team..they were my best friends. Again though, I never felt at home. I never figured I could stay there forever.

When I came to London, I thought it would just be a year of my life, but that feeling soon changed when I started to realise that I actually feel AT HOME. I have made my own little family, I have made a great group of friends.. I feel like I belong for once in my life. I feel like I am in the place I am suppose to be. Which is such a great feeling to finally feel.

When you walk around wondering why you don’t 100% fit in to the area you call “home” is a terrible feeling. Once you find where your heart can truly feel at home, you have a sense of completion. I love my home in Florida, however, I don’t miss it nearly as much as I should. I know that London is my home…and honestly I never want to leave.

Only time will tell if I can make London my permanent home, but as long as my heart knows I am home…that is all that matters 🙂