This past weekend I went home.
It seems odd to say that because I have lived in Massachusetts for almost 14 years and moved around quite a bit before landing here. But, I am a New Yorker at heart and it has nothing to do with geography. New Yorkers are a different breed of people. First of all, they are funnier than any other group of people. That edginess is bred into them. An “attitude” is a requirement of living there. As good as all of that feels to me, it is the particular people I left behind that make it home for me. There is nothing like rehashing the time you fell off your bicycle going over the ramp you built in the street with someone who remembers the goofy shoes you wore in first grade. No words can describe the feeling of talking about your first boyfriend or your first baby with the friend who was actually there for it all. Oh, maybe one word.
Home. I miss it already.
You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right. ~Maya Angelou