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Monday, July 30, 2012

{Guest Post} Finding Home

This week, I am very excited to bring you a collection of posts from some of my favorite online friends, while C & I are currently in transit. I am extremely grateful for their help & love what they've put together.

Today we get to hear from Michelle of Shell Bell. This girl is funny, and apparently works at the most awkward and/or awful place in the universe, because she tells some of the most amazing office stories I've ever heard. And it's her story telling that has made me really enjoy her blog. She's a natural at it, and her personality and humor shine through every piece. I think she's having a lot of fun :) And now she's sharing a little bit of her life story with you ♥


I lived the majority of my life feeling displaced. I spent my very early years in California, my childhood in Nevada, my teenage years in Ohio, and college in North Carolina. In a sense, it felt like my heart had been cut into four pieces and divied up among those four states. One week after my college graduation, I got married to a man who lived in the same house his entire life. The same house his parents and grandparents grew up in. The house that sits in the middle of the family farm.

This was how I had always wished my life had been. I wanted the kind of family history you could trace all the way down to the dilapidated shack and tall pine trees across the road from his house. My family history seemed to start anew every seven years. He knew nothing about moving and starting over while I was all too familiar with it.

About a month after our honeymoon, I got a phone call that changed everything. I was offered a job in Columbus, Ohio, just 45 minutes south of the town that held my angsty, awkward teenage memories. But honestly, I was thrilled. It was finally my turn to go home. Somewhere that held my memories instead of everyone else's.

Within two months of saying our vows and three weeks of accepting the job, we filled a small U-haul with all our earthly belongings and made the 14 hour drive to our new home.

It was in our tiny grey apartment on the north end of the city where I finally felt like I had come home, and where my new husband learned how to say goodbye and start fresh. It was there that we started anew, started our own family memories and said goodbye to our past.

You can find Michelle blogging at Shell Bell
Go say hi!


  1. Michelle is a total sassy pants sweetheart, and I always love reading her posts!

  2. amy i found your blog from michelles and i love it! going to explore some more :)

    excited to be your newest follower!