Those Were the Days

I had to make a surprise trip to my hometown yesterday. Well, it used to be my hometown. I don't think of it that way anymore. The landmarks have all changed. I had a difficult time navigating and was even thinking I was lost at one point. It was a strange experience. Most of my experiences are strange but still.

I came to realize last night as I was driving home in the dark jammin' to some Third Day that it simply isn't my home anymore. When I arrive there I don't sigh with relief and think "Whew! I'm home!" I think where in the heck did THAT come from? Everytime I turn a corner.

The relief and I'm home feeling comes from HillBillyville and my husband. Where he and my children are is home and always will be. I suspect that has something to do with my lack of attachment to a particular structure as home. That and the fact that I moved something like 25 times as a child.

And because for the last 7 years where they have been is HillBillyville then that, is home. I have become one of those people. I think of the city where I grew up as "the big city" and therefore, I do not want to go. We laughed at people who called it a big city back in the day. Of course, back in the day I wore blue eyeshadow so maybe I shouldn't have been laughing at anybody.