Be it ever so humble
August 19, 2010emily No Comments »I’ve been thinking lately about home, and what home means to me. For the longest time, I’ve been convinced that where I am now isn’t really home. Florida has never felt like home to me. Home is, I thought, back in Kansas. I lived there for most of my life, it feels comfortable when I go back to visit, and nearly everyone I know and love is still there. And yet. And yet, we’ve lived in Florida for seven years now. And surely that’s changed us, changed who we are and what we want. We’re different people now than we were seven years ago, when we arrived in Gainesville and (no kidding) said, “what the hell have we done?!?” And that got me wondering: if, by some miracle, we’re able to get back to Kansas, the place we’re convinced is ‘home,’ would it really be home to us? Or have we changed in such a way that we would feel there the way we feel here, which is to say, as outsiders? Is it really true, as they say, that you can never go home again?
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