The past few weeks have been... emotional? I guess emotional is the right word for it. It's the ups and downs, the happy and the sad, the bitter and the sweet.
My husband and I have made the decision to move back to Michigan, where our love story began. We met at a small liberal arts college in an even smaller town (one blinking yellow light small) and the universe ended up weaving both where I grew up (Michigan) and where he grew up (New England). We've actually spent most of our relationship living on the East coast.
If you think this was an easy decision, think again. As soon as we felt confident, fear would come in screaming. Just as quickly as fear came swooping in, excitement would follow.
There is so much that I love about New Hampshire. I love the fact that it is provided me a beautiful place for some serious spiritual growth. I'm grateful to be surrounded with breath-taking landscapes, mountains, and only a short drive from the ocean. Sometimes, I start to get down on myself for being so resentful and pessimistic my first couple of years out here. I know I can't change it now, but I can confidently say that I have learned the lesson on how to "bloom where you are planted.":
Besides the landscapes, my in-laws are out here and some truly incredible friends. My adorable niece and nephew are here. My best friend is a 6 hour drive away and our bond only became stronger as we both grew from the experience of moving thousands of miles from home. I'm saying goodbye to clients and families that I have been working with for YEARS (that post is coming at you next week).
And back in Michigan, my family awaits our return. Including my amazing 8 month old niece. Many of our mutual friends who have been a part of our lives from the start cannot wait for us to return.
I can't wait. I can wait. I can't wait. I can wait.
See what I mean? Emotional.
As I process this, I start to realize that as you grow older and travel, you are never fully home again. You are never home and you are always home. You learn that home is not a structure, but a feeling. The feeling that is often rooted in a particular place and when you explore, you take a piece of that place with you and you leave a piece of yourself there. Again, this makes me feel sad and happy all at once.
I want to dedicate this post to my husband. I know this move is even harder for him than it is for me. I know it's really stressful when both partners in a marriage are struggling with their own emotions and experiences. I am grateful for you, for you are my home. There is no one else I'd rather be on this intense, emotional journey with than you.