The heart is where home is. That’s why it hurt so much to leave.
As nice as it was to see everyone and everything that was familiar, I was reminded about how much I have, and will, miss as time goes on.
As the birthday boy and the one visiting town, I had much to share. But there is a downside to being on the move. When everything is new, nothing has the chance to grow old. There are some things that only get better with time. Some of them we eat, like wine and cheese; others we experience, like relationships.
I’ve relocated my life twice. On both occasions I believed it was in the best interest of my personal development. I’ve become a better person, but I need to share that… like cake batter – another thing that’s eaten.
A few friends expressed their interest in taking similar steps. I responded by reminding them how great it is where they already are.
Then, alone last night, it dawned on me. Perhaps all this fondness I feel in my heart has something to do with the distance I’ve travelled. In that case, the hurt is worth it. If you’re reading this, go.
Home is where the heart is. That means it’s a feeling, not a place.
It’s a feeling of comfort, belonging, and most importantly contentment – not wanting to be anywhere else. When we fall out of love with the place where we are, we are no longer at home.
Adjusting is another thing that takes time. However, if it turns out I move back, there will definitely be no regrets about leaving. Leaving home just might be the only way find it… And in some cases, it means finding out you didn’t have to leave, but it’s for the best that you did.