I had a great time in NYC, but truth be told, I was there for maybe 15 minutes before I started looking forward to being home. Too many people, too many cars, not enough mountains. It’s a lot of fun, but it’s not the place for me.
It’s good to be home.
But … home.
A story: a few weeks ago, I was driving back from NM. I stopped in Alamosa, CO, for a little break and I texted a friend. “Are you home yet?” she asked. Hmmm. A few weeks before, I had finished moving out of the house that had been my home for the prior ten years. I had just driven out of NM, where my family is. I was on my way back to Summit County, where my heart soars. A few days later, I’d be back in the Front Range, where I have a room that’s the closest thing you could call “mine.”
“Home is kind of a complicated concept in my life right now,” I texted back.
And that is fine. I am fortunate to have the opportunity to live this experience right now. My whole life is in a space of transition and growth. I get to explore that space without being too tied down to anything.
But one of the things my time in NYC this weekend told me is that the concept of home matters a lot in my life right now. Where and what home truly is is something I’m supposed to explore.