I have always moved around a lot, the longest I lived in any one place was 5 years. I have always had a bit of jealousy for people who live in one place for their whole lives, their family, their friends, their memories. Everything they have is intertwined in a town and a history.
When you move around so much it is difficult to find a place that feels like home, that is home. But I found it in Alabama. No matter where I’ve lived since or how many times I’ve moved I have called it home. So many of my memories, history, people…they made Alabama my home. When we moved here last year I wondered if eventually this would feel more of a home than Alabama ever did. If this town would be where I put down roots for us, forever.
I can’t say for certain what the coming 12 months will really hold for us, but I don’t think that this town will be our home. I have changed and grown so much since we moved here and this was a good place to do that. But I miss people that I am hours and hours and hundreds of miles from. I feel isolated here, and if I’m being honest I don’t do well isolated. I feel a little claustrophobic, missing a social life, missing friends, missing living a life.
I don’t want to diminish the friends I have in North Carolina, but the distance between all of us, the typical life stuff,, it means that in this town it’s just the three of us. That’s not a home. And what I feel my soul searching for is a home. I need the feeling of familiar and family (even if that family isn’t blood).
I don’t know where life will take us with in the next 12 months, I can’t predict exactly what changes are coming. But I know that I am searching for home, for me and for us.