Childhood memories. I have many fond ones, with friends, family members. When I go visit my family still there, I point out the high school I graduated from, the football field I cheered on, the printer we dropped off the paper at each month. We visit favorite places to eat, take the kids to the playground I frequented when I was young. Often we meet up with old friends for dinner or drinks, and laugh at some of our past antics. They love to reminisce, and most either returned or planned to return- this place was where they were meant to be.
For me, while I enjoyed my family and friends growing up, it just wasn’t for me. I had plans to leave for college at 18, and that’s exactly what I did.
Once I met my husband, I didn’t imagine we would leave this place. When a work opportunity came up and we moved to Utah, it was always to be temporary, never long-term. We didn’t imagine staying there forever, and were thrilled when we returned home.
Just as we thought we were settling in and welcomed our second child, we went ahead and moved again…
That move, which we thought would be brief and temporary, turned into three moves. We spent a year in Florida (which, okay, wasn’t that hard when we could spend weekends at the beach…), another year in Virginia, and topped it all of with a year in Alaska.
Through it all, the fun times, the tough times, the going-to-lose-my-mind times, one thing remained constant: all of this travel would eventually lead us back home.
Back to Georgia. Neither of us grew up here, but we met here. We fell in love here. All three of our babies have been born here.
It’s the place we love. The community we adore. Friends we cherish. Memories we’ll hold close to our hearts for the rest of our lives.
Because now? This place will become a memory as our promise of “home” has vanished. Instead, we will be leaving this place once again. Except this time, it won’t be temporary. This time? It will be forever.
And my heart keeps breaking.
We are headed out west this time! Our next adventure is taking us to Dallas/Fort Worth Texas. I’ve never been, so I’m hoping it’s amazing. I figure that at least it’s in the south… if a different south. We’re so lucky for opportunities even when they challenge us deeply- so here’s to some seriously fabulous pink cowgirl boots.
For my daughter of course. Ahem.