home, sweet home?
Ok, this is what I’ve officially come to. It’s totally true that where my head lands for multiple hours, is where I end up calling home. For instance, in college, I always referred to it as home when i was there. Actually, I think the last two years I would refer to New Wilmington as home even when I was in Fairview with the parentals. Yikes!
Then Zionsville/Carmel was totally home for two years. There was never really any questions as to whether or not that was the case. I just called it home. When I moved out to California, I think I still referred to Z’ville as home for a while. I mean, it was definitely my home away from home.
But then it happened. I may not having the timing “down” but yesterday, when we hit Walnut and Los Robles, I thought to myself, and then said outloud, unknowingly, “I’m home.”
It didn’t really click until late last night that I really do look at Pasadena as home. For all the crap I’m dealing with right now, for all the choices I’m avoiding, for all the frustrations, disappointments, annoyances, etc., I do love it here. I love relationships, despite it “all.”
So yes, Amy, I’m home.