I always have a hard time w/ the word "home".  Is "home" where you grew up?  Is it where you live now?  Is it where your family is?  Is it where you’ve spent the majority of your life?  Is it where you happen to be right now?  I notice nowadays I say, "I’m going to Virginia" when I used to say, "I’m going home."  When did that happen?  When did Virginia stop being home to me?  I grew up here.  It’s where my entire (immediate) family lives.  It’s where I spent the majority of my life.  And it happens to be where I’m at right now.  How is it possible then that I could consider any other place "home".  And yet… if I had to choose, I’d say Seattle was my home.  I feel a twinge of guilt just thinking that!  It’s strangely unsettling and part of me doesn’t really believe it, but deep down I know it’s true… at least for now. 

To me home is where you see yourself ending up — where you want to be when you’re done being where you’re at right now. 


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