Homecoming
I am very fortunate to have such an amazing place to call home. I haven’t been home since Christmas and so much has changed since then. Since Christmas I have moved at least twice (depends if you want to count all the random little moves on our way to Alabama in January), my husband was diagnosed with and beat testicular cancer, I got an awesome house, my parents got divorced and life as I know it has totally changed. So, while I was not nervous at all about going to Montgomery, I was a little nervous about coming home. Because, while home certainly hasn’t changed – nothing in this town has changed in years, I knew that I had changed.
I couldn’t wait to leave this town when I was in high school. Off to bigger and better things. But, as we drove around town this morning running errands, I saw my hometown through new eyes with a new appreciation for home. I am from a beautiful small-ish town on the northwest side of Chicago. It’s your typical suburb, tree lined streets, picture perfect houses and all. I lived here for 18 years, 23 if you count college (which is three hours away). It’s 40 minutes from the greatest city in the world and it’s full of family and friends.
It is such a comforting feeling to be home and actually feel at home.
Still Unwritten
