You guys really liked my friend Candace’s recent guest post. Fortunately, she has volunteered another, this time about what it means to go home.
The more you like and comment on this post, the more likely Candace will post more. Hint, hint.
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My parents moved from my hometown of Alpharetta, GA when I graduated from high school. That meant that when I went to visit them, I wasn’t going home–I was going to a new place that didn’t have my friends and old stomping grounds. And while I did occasionally get back, it wasn’t as frequent as most of my old friends, many of who actually still live there.
I went back to Alpharetta one recent weekend for a dear friend’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see old friends, old crushes and old haunts. I loved being introduced to new babies, new spouses and new homes. I got legally drunk in bars with people I used to illegally drink with in parks, by the river and in certain parent’s basements. We even had an unfortunate run-in with the cops. It felt just like old times. Except it wasn’t.
I couldn’t figure out where the nagging sadness I felt on my way to the airport was stemming from (and no, it wasn’t due to my raging hangover). As I sped down I-85 with tears in my eyes, I realized this: traveling to Atlanta is no longer coming home. It’s visiting old friends and reminiscing about good times – but it is no longer my home.
I have created a new home and a new life in Washington DC. It involves an overpriced apartment, a bearded gentleman who is my sun, my moon and my stars, great friends and a happy hour or two. I love my home. My home is not perfect, but it is perfect for me.
There’s nothing wrong with a walk down memory lane. But letting go of the past can be so freeing. My present and my future is filled with so much happiness that I can’t help but to want to sprint towards it with my arms wide open.
Gotta go. My flight home is boarding.
Great post! I know what you mean. I’ve been living away from ‘home’ for 5 years now and while it’s always nice to visit, I don’t think Dublin will ever really feel like home again.
How funny – I had to re-approve your comment now that you have a new name!
I feel that way about my small town in PA.
Yeah, that’s happened on everyone’s blog so far! Think I’ve almost commented on everyone I follow now though so that should be the end of it!