The topic for this week’s Travel Tuesday is “where you’re from and why you left.” I feel like I can sum that up in two words: Alabama + family. But that wouldn’t make much of a post would it? (smile)
I am from the quintessential small southern town. We lived within 10 miles of the majority of my family, all of the neighbors were friendly (well, they knew one another anyway), schools were small, trucks were large, and church was
supposed to be your second home. I grew up on a small farm with a variety of fuzzy creatures. I know where peanuts come from – and how to grow them. I also know how to castrate most any animal (TMI?). I can appreciate green fields and dirt roads just as well as any skyscraper or shopping mall. There’s a quiet, where I grew up, that is healing.
So why did I leave? Well, honestly, it’s only been in the last few years that I’ve been able to truly appreciate where I came from. When I left, all I could think about was conquering big cities, seeing the world, and hopefully gaining some anonymity along the way. I love my family, but I’m pretty independent and prefer my privacy. My family all seems to translate that into stubbornness – so be it. I was determined to go forth and make my own mistakes; something I’ve rather successfully accomplished. (smile)
The question I frequently ask myself (generally because my family is frequently asking me) is whether I would ever consider moving back. The answer is usually a very hesitant “maybe.” Truthfully, I would only do it under specific circumstances and even then I’m not sure it would be permanent. I love my dad’s place – it’s in its own little bubble and absolutely gorgeous – but I’m still not so sure about the people. Perhaps a vacation home? Moving back would be just that for me – moving backward instead of forward. Forward for me is moving abroad. I will always have a soft spot for Alabama, but it no longer feels like “home” in the traditional sense. My home, in my heart, lies across an ocean.
Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.