Isn’t always weird to go back home after being away for a while? Even if it’s only for a week or a weekend, home seems to always have a sheen of unfamiliarity but also normalcy all at the same time. I went back home to Tennessee this past weekend and was struck at how weird yet normal everything seemed. I have been away for over a year now and still feel like an inbetween-er. Neither place is my home. Not yet anyway.
I started thinking why does that place that I lived for most of life suddenly feel somewhat distant? The roads were the same. I went the same route to my favorite restaurant, there was the dog bakery where I bought many doggy treats. And there is my favorite Target where I spent countless hours wasting my money every Friday on payday. And yet, I still looked forward to returning to my now home 500 miles away. I am an inbetween-er. The home where I was is no longer the home I am in now. I am not the same as I was a year ago. Every experience over the past 16 months has shifted my lens of what it means to be home.
I hope to find my place here in this new town and find that same comfort I felt before moving. I know it will be a gradual transition until one day it just seems normal to be in this little house tucked away in the hills of Georgia.