Rainy Thoughts: Moving Back to My Hometown

Yep. I moved back home! I think my first rainy thoughts was on being homesick, but now I'm back and I can already tell that I am right where I'm supposed to be. So, I wanted to write a few words about being away and moving back home. Let's go!

Being Away From Home

Being away from home means doing everything on your own. Of course, with technology, you can easily skype, text, call or facetime with people, but it's just not the same. If I had a problem with my car, I was the one looking up places to go, reviews, etc. I was the one deciding what I wanted to eat, what I wanted to do every day and how long I wanted to go without washing the dishes (I actually really don't like falling asleep with the dishes in the sink). 

Being away means learning more about who you are. Like with the dishes, I learned that I prefer my chicken baked, that I am good at entertaining myself and that I actually like doing crafts and arranging flowers. Would I have learned that being at home? Maybe, but it's definitely what I learned while away.

Being away means no safety net. Yes, I lived in a big city where I knew absolutely no one other than my fiance. And that can be a little scary. Yes, I called my mom like every week, texted my friends regularly, but again, they aren't there. There was nobody I could really rely on to pick me up if my car stalled, give me a lift to the store when the car was in the shop or, etc. My fiance and I relied on each other. 

Being away from home means culture shock. Oh, how I had culture shock when I moved! I mean, it's not a bad thing at all! I just thought everyone knew what real, homemade tortillas and refried tasted like? 

Being away means being away from family/friend drama. You don't have to be int he middle of it, because you are no there. Therefore, no one can really be mad at you?

Being away means sometimes feeling lonely.

Being away means not seeing your nephews and nieces grow up, or being there when your grandparents get old.

Being away means making your own little world. I say this more with being with my fiance. We lived together in a place none of our friends and family lived in. It was like we were in own little world that only we and some other million people lived.

Being Back Home

Being back home means breakfast tacos, Big Red, and Tejano music everywhere I go.

Being home means comfort food and familiar smells.

Being home means being there with the people you love. Let's face it, texts, call, face time, etc, just doesn't replace human contact.

Being back home means being birthday parties. Tons of parties. Which means I have no excuse not to get a gift (lol).

Being back home means feeling warm and having people you can call up just to grab some lunch.

Being back home means being surrounded by people who have a place in your heart because no matter how many times you fight, disagree or whatever, you still can't imagine life without them for one more day.

Conclusion

In conclusion, I love being back home. There's no other place I'd rather be. Okay, that's a lie! I meant that there's no other place I'd rather live in long-term. (I would really like to live in New York for a summer and France) I moved back to my hometown and I'm not ashamed. Now, listen to this chill song by Jack Johnson and enjoy! Come back for a new book review next week!