Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
~John Ed Pearce
I can totally relate to this one. When I was a kid (and teenager), I couldn’t WAIT to get out of St. George. The town just seemed so small and boring and confining. There is just so much world out there and I wanted to get out and see it all.
In 2006, I got my wish when I got married to a military man. We lived in Virginia and Oklahoma before we got divorced. During that time, I got to see several places on the East Coast and also got to go to Germany with my brother. Not quite the world I had always imagined seeing, but it was more than I had seen before.
Now that I no longer live in St. George and am not with my family, I really look forward to the times I get to go back home. I miss my family and the familiarity of the town I grew up in. There is just something about being home and being with the people you love that makes all the crazy things not seem so bad.
When I lived in Oklahoma after my divorce, life was pretty crazy with post-divorce emotional ups and downs and the stress from my job. Going home twice a year was an emotional recharge that let me take a step back from everything and refill my love meter. lol. Those who play The Sims will understand that reference. haha. Going home always meant being around people who love me and enjoying being together.
Right now, at this point in my life, I feel like I have two homes: the one I’ve made with Troy and the one with my family. I’m happy here with Troy in Malaysia, but there is still a part of me that really looks forward to going home and seeing my family again. Because, really, the family you grew up with will always be your first home.
