Going Home!

Last night I was talking about how I excited I am to go home.  Someone asked, "Where is your home?"  See the thing is - there are a lot of places I call home.  Michael's parents house is my home.  My parents house is home, and wherever Michael is, is home.

It took me a while to realize that I'm the kind of person who can feel at home wherever my family is.  Home isn't exactly a place, it's a feeling.  And wherever I get that feeling is where I consider home.

The last time I was visiting my parents I was really sad leaving Boston.  I don't see my family a lot so it's hard when I only visit for a weekend - there is never enough time.  And there is something about knowing  where you are and the roads, the places, the houses.  The FAMILIARITY - it's amazing when you feel it.

Then I landed in Minnesota and I let out a sigh and it was like - whew I'm glad to be home.  In the six months I have been here Minnesota has become my home.  I would love nothing more than for Michael to finish training and just come back here for good.  I could live in Minnesota, I love my friends and Michael's family - who I just got kinda thrown into the mix with - have become my family.  In-laws is a scary word, but that's not how I think of his family, they just are family.  I'm just a part of things here.

Then of course whenever I visit Michael, wherever we are, that is my home.  We could be in the middle of no where but as long as I'm with him I feel happy and comfortable, just like being in York, or Minnesota.  So I guess my point is that there isn't one specific place for me that I call home.

But when I tell my friends I am going home (especially when I say that and I am currently in Minnesota) it means York, to be with the people who like the harass the crap out of me - and love me even though I stare at myself in the microwave.  Me? Self-absorbed? No wayyyy!