In a few short hours I will be boarding a plane and heading “home” to Michigan. It’s funny how the trip back to Michigan always feels like going home. I guess after spending 27 years there, it’s only fair. There are so many things that I’m looking forward to once I get home. I can’t wait to see my family and catch up on the past year. I need to spend some quality time with the friends that I’ve left behind and see how much their children have grown. I also need to find where I fit in that world once again.
I’ve been planning this move since October, but only in the last few months have I really begun to realize what it will mean. I am moving home, literally. Right now the plan is to move back into my parents’ home. I have come to really enjoy my freedom and independence, and so I’m not really sure how this move will affect me. My parents, brother, and I will have to work together to find something that makes us all happy. I also will be lacking some of that independence due to a lack of a vehicle. I sold my car this week (since it would probably not survive the trip cross country) and won’t be able to replace it until I have a job…assuming I get a job. I also will be living on an incredibly tight budget until I get a job.
In moving 1800 miles, I will also be leaving behind some amazing friends. This year has been one of the most difficult of my life, and without my friends I would never have survived. Even though I have had one disaster on top of the next (at least that’s how it felt), they were there for me. I am so grateful to the wonderful people I met here. I could not have asked for a better department, and I’m truly going to miss our Friday “meetings” and crazy lunches. I have so many amazing memories from this year.
There are so many reasons that I’m heading home, and although there is a lot to miss here in Arizona, I don’t feel like it’s where I belong, if there even is such a place. So I guess I’m home bound and I’ll figure out the next step when I come to it.
Finding Direction 