Home is starting to feel a little bit less like home. Of course, I’ll always love my parents, my other family members, and friends, but the town itself just feels…different. Have you ever felt the same? Time goes on with or without you and I suppose that’s what happens when you leave for school. It’s not that you’re forgotten, or replaced, but certainly, things change whether you’re there or not.
It’s an unsettling feeling. But at the same time, I think it’s a sign of independence. I’m letting go of my steadfast grip to my hometown and I’m letting myself venture elsewhere. I’m finding a new home for myself. Maybe you can have more than one home? Of course, the home I was raised in will always be a safe haven, but I’m beginning to be okay with the idea that it’s alright to leave.
Are you in a similar situation? Maybe you’ve figured this out years ago (I tend to be a late bloomer sometimes) but no matter where your home or heart is right now, I’m sure you’ve felt this way at some point. I think it’s only natural; life is always changing and so are we. Different dreams come in and out of our lives and we’re always on a new path as we follow each different dream. I think my dreams are taking me out of this small town and leading me elsewhere. I’ll always be nearby and close enough, but right now, my heart feels like it’s a two different homes and not one.
Is home where the heart is or is the heart ever wandering?