A few weeks ago, I wrote a blog post reflecting on my parent's move across the country. I write this one from the balcony of their new house, with a hot cup of coffee in hand. (It should also be noted that it's 60 degrees and I have a jacket on, in August.)
That post received some of the most thoughtful, kind responses I've seen from this blog. It was really reassuring to know that I am not alone in this sort of confusion, and it became apparent that many young adults take a while to figure out exactly where their home is.
As I wrote in that first post, my thoughts and feelings on the matter change often. Ever evolving.
Last weekend my brother and I drove to Houston for "the last supper" at the house we grew up in. (And by "last supper" I mean we ate lunch at our favorite Mexican place because all of the dishes were packed up already.) I thought that seeing the house completely empty would be a really emotional experience, but it actually provided a good sense of closure. Without anything that made it ours, it didn't feel like my house anymore.
Now, I'm beginning to feel connected to an entirely different place. "Home" for me is with H in Austin, and I've felt that very strongly since I wrote that first post. I also, however, feel a draw to this new house and town and state that my parents have moved to. I think that the biggest reason is because of the people and pets and rituals that made our Houston home my "home."
Like early morning coffee with my dad when everyone else is asleep, because I'm the only one in the family who got his morning person ways.
Like sitting on the floor and immediately having a medium sized dog attempt to climb into your lap, all four feet off the ground.
Like drinking a glass of wine out of an old, tiny German beer glass, not because we can't find the stemware, but just because that's how we do it.
Like repeating the same old, tired inside jokes over and over again, even though they're not even really very funny.
Now, I definitely feel that "home" is with H. I have also started to realize that where we get a sense of belonging comes less from the "where" and more from the "who." ("Home is where the heart is," cliché, anyone?)
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Meet Nicole, from Treasure Tromp! Two seconds on her blog will give you some of the most intense wanderlust you've ever experienced, and I felt like it was appropriate to pair her intro with a post about "home." You see, Nicole is currently living in South Africa for 6 months after having made a few travel spots along the way! I loved her "stages of long travel" post, because I can totally identify with the different emotions you feel along the way. Some of her pictures from their pit stop in Bali are just gorgeous!
Here's a quick rundown of some of her awesome travel posts: that time drank cat poop coffee (meep!), that time she and her manfriend (a word I've officially adopted from her) had a picnic in the sky, an analysis of culture shock and a how she was feeling about things, her beautiful Two Oceans aquarium pictures, and her favorite travel outfit.
Her non-travel related posts are also outstanding. Nicole recently wrote about budgeting with envelopes, and I think I'm going to grudgingly give her system a try. It looks like such great advice! I adore the fact that she celebrates half birthday's so well, because I totally wanna do the same. Spa and sushi? Yes please. Girlfriend also has impeccable taste in music, and I wholeheartedly approve her Spotify playlist. On top of all that? Nicole is such a sweetheart and a warm blogger. Head on over and say hello!