You see, I have a powerful case of wanderlust coupled with an adventurous husband who is the only person I know who has had to order more pages for his passport. I can't say I wasn't tempted to move to Europe {cue La Vie En Rose} and jaunt from cafe to cafe, chicly bike around and blog about the experience. But in reality I know that moving abroad can be less romantic that the visions dancing in my head.

We've been around the globe and back within the last couple of years and while I cherish my time in New Zealand as a defining experience in my life, it also gives me a benchmark with which to compare subsequent opportunities.

This is perhaps the most personal post I've ever written and forgive me while I become a bit mushy. These past two weeks have been monumental for me. In the process of deciding that this is not the right time for us to pack our bags again, I discovered how deeply I have come to love my life.

I am SO thankful for the home I share with my husband and the pup who greets me everyday after work. I grateful for a neighborhood that is filled with people who epitomize Southern hospitality and beautiful trees in full spring bloom. I cherish the circle of friends we have here and the bonds we have forged. I am thankful for the way that Charlotte has become our home. My love affair with the South has not abated; I feel this place is very much a dream fulfilled.

So maybe it's a good thing I waffle when making a big decision. While we weighed the pro's and con's of another big move, I came to discover things that make me feel grateful for exactly where I am today. God has a funny way of answering prayers sometimes, and I have a feeling that the stress of the past couple of weeks was a powerful lesson learned.

{pretty spring images by moi}