I’ve discussed this before on here but I have always had a real issue with the word “home.” Webster defines it as the place where a person lives. When you think of it that way it’s not very complicated, but most people do not. Home is where they grew up, a place they identify with, a place they feel safe and comfortable to be themselves or a place where all their loved ones gather. It’s a feeling you get when you feel connected to a house, a city, a community or an individual.
Growing up I never felt like I belonged in Winston-Salem (or North Carolina but I’m trying again with round two!) and I won’t say that I felt like I belonged in Austin but it was close. I felt (and feel) very connected to the community I was a part of there. I fell in love with bike riding, learned to knit, developed my interest in cooking, learned to enjoy camping and kayaking but more importantly finally became myself in Austin. Austin is where I learned confidence, community, trust and love. I learned lessons I didn’t know I needed to learn.
So saying goodbye to Austin was very bittersweet. I’m so glad to be setting out on this adventure with my partner in all things. I can’t wait to reap the benefits of being close to my family- no more once a year visits! But leaving the place where I came into myself is not without heartache. There are many that I left behind who can never be replaced.
Thank goodness for visits! Austin, I hope to see you again soon!
Seeking Misadventure 