If you want to work straight from the title, go right ahead and skip this preamble.
I had this nagging feeling that I wanted to present for discussion but I have yet to come up with just the right words to describe it so let me take a few shots at what it’s about and maybe you can decide what I’m really wanting your input on.
First off, about me: I spent the first 18 years of my life about 300 miles further south in Central Alabama and lived different stretches of those 18 years in three different towns. I’m not even going to count the army bases I was located in during my first three years before my little brother came along and, besides that, I have poor to negligible memories of those places anyway. So I’m pretty sure that whatever “home” may mean to me, it has nothing to do with places I was in during those first three or four years.
After moving to Tennessee I have lived in four separate houses for as little as one year and as much as this latest stretch of 28 years. Going by numbers alone, I would have to think of this place as “home.” But I just don’t. My three kids were all born while I was in other places so there’s that connection that this place doesn’t have. My parents (now gone) and most of my older generation family (also now gone) all lived in Alabama so there’s that connection that doesn’t apply to now and here.
I don’t miss Alabama all that much on a daily basis but every now and then some strong feeling will hit me to make me realize that some part of me is there and not here.
I even had a weird feeling in South Carolina a few years back. It was as if there was some sense of “this is where I belong” about Beaufort that I have only felt about a couple of other places I’ve been: Asheville, NC, and Guntersville, AL. It’s weird enough to try to explain that I’ll just leave it at that.
Anyway, for those of you who are transplants to the area where you now live, or who have maybe lived several places long enough to have put down roots in those places before moving on to where you are now, do you ever get conflicting senses of where “home” is or was?
Feel free to treat this thread as a jumping off place for thoughts about “home” and don’t worry too much about answering any specific question. Just share some ideas about “home” if you can.