This first thing that pops into my head is my parents house, the woods surrounding it, my old dog, a comfortable bed. But other things pop up when I think of home, like embarrassment and failure.
I moved back to my hometown after college. I wanted to get out so badly, but after four years away it didn’t seem so bad. And I had to move back – an event occurred that forced me to sideline any plans of travel and adventure for a more financially stable post-grad life.
I am lucky that my hometown is a pretty cool place. But I struggle with the fact that I have come through the other side of that rough phase in my life and now could be free to move. But I choose to stay. I chose love and a good job and I am happy. But I still fear that others look at me and think I am one of the many who moved back home because it was easy, or because I am scared or lazy. I know that I need to work on not caring what other people think, blah blah blah, but it’s definitely a process.
So I focus on why I am still here. A great job, which means I can travel to amazing places. Close to my family, who I enjoy spending time with. And space to decide what I want to do next. After all, I don’t have to stay here forever…