Yesterday, I visited the town where we lived for many years. I always viewed the town as a temporary stop-over in our lives. My dad said, “I can see you living here for 5 or 10 years.” I gasped when he said this. But, he was right. My temporary stop-over lasted 12 years.
It’s funny how a place can feel. The town never felt like mine – we participated in town events, we met a lot of people, we loved our home and our neighbourhood – but it always felt like we didn’t belong to it and it didn’t belong to us.
I am grateful for that little town. It was a wonderful place for the kids to roam, a place where we felt safe and abundant and happy. We created a lot of love, fun, and happiness inside the walls of our little house – it made no difference what town it was in – we were living our best lives as a family.
We are back home now, in the city. Many people think we are crazy…to feel at home in a city. No logic can be applied to a feeling. At the end of the day, all that matters is the people we love, the experiences we share and the lives we live. But it does feel good to be home again.