The hardest part about returning to your hometown is that you think it's changed and then realized that you have. I know I've written about this before, but because G has always been with me it had always been okay. This past week I felt like a stranger in a foreign land, and the place I had always assumed would be my home wasn't. Instead, as the clouds cleared and I saw Baltimore I saw home. Mine. The place where I seem to fit.
I felt awkward this past week, fumbling. I love Kansas City, and going out on the town with my friends was great. But the small town where my parents reside, where I met G....it's just that.....their home. I no longer fit. And while I could be sad about it, instead I revel in the realization that I have found my own niche that suits me, not who others think I am.
I am excited to see my puppies. I am excited to possibly get to painting part of the house this weekend. I am excited to feel like I can say what I want and do what I want because I am in my space. I am so very excited to just have 4 days with G. (it's supposed to be pouring rain for 3 of them, which I find to be a good reason to lounge in bed.)
Is where you are home? What makes where you call home your home? Mine? It's this:
You both are so cute! We love to travel and see my friends and families but just can wait to be back "home" with my husband. There's no where I would rather be. I'm glad you're home safe and sound.
ReplyDeleteHome is where my husband and daughter are. But I know what you mean about feeling at 'home' in your space. It's a great feeling to get back to your place after being gone, restful and yet new somehow.
ReplyDeleteWelcome Home!
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