In my first post, I mentioned an upcoming move. My husband is in the Navy and is being stationed overseas next spring. The animals and I are not going with due to many reasons and before you tell me how hard and sad that it, do not worry, I know. The upside to this, is I get to choose where I live here in the states.
- Letting go of what you do not need.
- Wrapping each of your items and placing them in boxes with care.
- Planing the route to take.
- Walking into your new home for the first time.
- Unwrapping your item and placing them in their new spots.
- A sigh of relief.
I am from Washington and I have been waiting for the chance to be able to move back for five years. We have lived in Virginia before moving here to Florida and let me say, I cannot wait to be out of the south.
We have had positive experiences here, but also many negative ones. There was always the over arching feeling of not belonging and honestly, for good reason. I am not saying that everything about the south is awful, mostly the weather has been the biggest issue, with that said, there is definitely more things I am happy to leave behind compared to what will be missed.
The feeling of being homesick for five years has taken it’s toll and the excitement of being reunited with the places I know and love is the only way we have made it through.
Not to sound like a classic PNW-er, but the nature there is unlike anything else I have seen. Everyone tells me that Washington is such a gloomy and depressing state, even though most of them have never been there. Showing them gorgeous photos of the mountains and forests does not do the state’s majesty any justice.
I miss the cold, I miss the predictable rains, I miss the way you do not hear gunshots every day in the distance, hoping that it is just some guy with a few beers in his backyard. I miss the slowness of daily life and the noise of the bustling city. I miss the smell of the earth after it rains and always seeing vibrant green trees year round.
Homesick, by definition of Oxford is experiencing a longing for one’s home during a period of absence from it. Both the feeling of longing and absence hit for me. We have lived in houses, but never homes. Home is where you feel loving security in and out of the structure. Where you can bring a heart to the hearth. That is something hard to create in a place that feels for foreign for all the wrong reasons.
Moving is stressful, chaotic, and a bit of a bitch to coordinate, but in the end, when the move takes you home, that is all you need as remembrance during the struggle.
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