Home is where your heart is

Home sweet home, home is where your heart is, there's no place like home...

It's not until you move when you realize what home really means to you. To me, home is the house I grew up in. I have never moved, my parents have lived in the same house since they were married, and to me, I feel it's the only place that I can ever know as "home." Savannah takes second place as a place I felt at home. Although I was ready for a new experience, I can never forget the amazing memories I created the 7 years I was there.

I flew from KS to GA last weekend for Katie's engagement party and James' wedding. Our closest airport is in Wichita and I couldn't fight the irony when I passed the gift shop full of Wizard of Oz memorabilia. "There's no place like home," I read as I passed the display windows full of t-shirts and magnates. I felt so peaceful as the plane began to descend into Atlanta, and all I could think was, "there's no place like home."

I met my mom at the top of the escalator, she embraced me and excitedly asked me how my flight was. The night of Katie's engagement party reminded me of how truly blessed I am. I was able to catch up with old friends and those I consider my second family. James and Camilla's wedding was so much fun, and even though I didn't know a lot of people, I knew James and Camilla. I was asked to be a part of their day and that was special enough for me.

I've returned to OK and since sported my GA shirt to the university's home game on Saturday. I streamed the video on my phone so I could keep up with the game. Something that simple, GA football, reminded me of my childhood, my high school years, my college years, and after. So my question is, will I ever feel at home here? My answer? I don't know. I'm trying..I am, but it's hard. It's hard to leave "home." I'm not talking about leaving my parent's house, but leaving everything that I've ever known as home. Sometimes something will happen that will spark a memory, and I can't turn to the person beside me and say "ha remember when....." It's about making new memories. I know this. I don't want to sit here and say that my fiance is not a part of my heart, more than a part, he's taken my heart. I moved here for him and I will always support and know that a relationship is built on giving. What we have here has been so important in building our relationship and our future. I know this. I know it's early and I know that I have to give it time. I really hate being so...depressing. I wish I could offer words of joy or excitement, but for now, for this Sunday, this is all I have to offer.

Home is where your heart is...I'm just trying to figure out if my heart was left in GA.