This week, I rented a car and drove myself to Pittsburgh. I was going home.
As I was driving away, with the city sky line in my rearview mirror, I got to thinking of home as kind of a funny concept.
Growing up, home was always the little brick house on the corner. Home was filled with Mom and Big Paul, Grammy across the yard and Eric.
Then, I went away to college
and then law school
see doubled sticking around?
and then Pittsburgh was my home. While I was there, you know by now, I met a boy and I felt like home was wherever he was. But then I moved to Washington, DC and that became my home.
Especially after that boy and I got married. And now, we have that apartment in California where my darling husband lives.
And that feels like home, too.
What is home?
To me, home is where I feel comfortable. It’s where I know how to drive everywhere and love to get lost in the streets. Home is where I can go and walk around and feel the memories swirling around me. Home is sometimes a house; sometimes it’s a zip code or it’s an apartment. Home has always been where there have been amazing people who love me and whom I love right back.
I have 4 homes and I’m only 1 girl. A lucky loved one.
With a lot of options for couches to crash on.
What is home to you?