When I first moved to my town, I really didn't like it. I couldn't put my finger on why, but I didn't. It just felt like wearing an awkward sweater. I didn't fit in anywhere.
Sure, I was excited when we first drove through town, when we bought our house, when the furniture arrived and the last decoration was hung. But then routine set in and slowly, something rebellious curled up into me. I was becoming arrogant and condescending to people that I didn't even really know. I was miserable; but in many ways, I was making myself miserable.
Time is a beautiful thing and soon, I realized that living that way was not sustainable. Although much of our circumstances was changing than when we first arrived, I was slowly choking out any redemption of a place that I had harshly criticized when I first got here.
And then, it hit me. This is where God has put me. He gave me this place to serve and love. And if I don't have a perfect, cookie-cutter place to fit in, maybe that's actually a good thing. A true creative finds creativity in places where it seems to have disappeared. A true creative finds her place, even if she has to dig it herself.