I moved to Oklahoma three months ago from California, and love it here. But while I knew I didn't want to go back to cali, I didn't call this home either. Until the last couple of weeks.
I took the train back to cali for Thanksgiving. Two days on a train full of ex-californians going back to see the family
Interestingly everyone said about the same things about why they left and how they don't want to move back. It was fun, kind of like a transplant support group lol
But once I got there it hit, the difference. The town I used to live in is still the same, all the good and bad places, but while the memories are there there is this fine line of seperation. They ARE memories, and will always be there but I'm PAST them now. I noticed how once we hit the smog my eyes burned and I was short of breath, how people were so rude, how crowded everything was. I thought of how much I love the open space and trees and neighbors who offered to help when I moved even if they didn't know me at all.
I started calling OK home. Wow, took going away to get the idea.
Everyone said I was so much more relaxed and mellowed out. But being rather empathetic I noticed how crowded everything seemed to be. The convention I went to over the weekend, a science fiction con I've been too for the last twenty years, was the best in a long time since I didn't come with all the stress of the usual. And I got sooo tired of being asked why I'd move to OK, sigh....
Getting HOME was the greatest, even if I'm sooo tired. The suitcase is still unpacked and the mess I left in the last minute rush is still there. But my nice nest er bed is so comfortable and my critters won't let me out of their sight.
Anyone else had that sudden realization of where home is when you left for a visit?