I flew home to New Jersey late last night after six months without visiting - I've traded my high rise for a farm house and the hustle and bustle of the city for crickets for the next few days. It amazes me how much a long distance move changes things and how the longer you're away from somewhere the stranger it feels when you return. "Home" is something that has changed a lot for me over the past year, with each trip back to New Jersey feeling a little less like home and a little more like just "where I grew up" - my small town suddenly feels smaller than ever and I feel myself growing even more confident by the day in my decision to make the eight hundred mile move out to Chicago.
Sorry, New Jersey - I'm not yours anymore. You've got nothing on the Windy City except pizza, bagels and Taylor Ham.
I know that feeling. It's so funny how that is... I always thought New Hampshire would be my default response for home, but after three years in New York City, it just ends up feeling so foreign and not like home every time I return.
ReplyDeleteHappy for you that you are content in your move, having moved myself thousands of miles from home knowing you made the right choice makes each day a little brighter!
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