In just under 20 days I will be returning to my hometown. I’ve spent 16 years here with my back turned to the south, vowing I’d never return. Until about 2 months ago it never occured to me that I could go back, so many things had changed, I had changed. I couldn’t tell you what happened in me 2 months ago, but in a phone conversation with my brother he brought up my moving home, not unlike many other conversations, but this time it struck a homesickness in me and I made my mind up over the next few days to go. I’ve felt nothing but anticipation since making the decision to return to AL, the place of my youth, the place I left swearing to never return, the place of so many sweet memories, of my innocence. I never realized how much I missed it until I decided to go back. How I can’t wait to leave this city and get back to that place. I never fit in here, I had to lose my accent (lest I sound too stupid to take seriously), I had to fight to hold onto my values when facing so much adversity to what I thought inportant. (Money comes 4th or 5th on my list yet so many here value it as 1). I was 17 when I was left here to fend for myself, (my mother’s bi-polor and she left during an episode leaving me behind) and it’s been an uphill battle the entire time. Fighting for my right to live, trying to find happiness, someone who could connect with me. I never felt understood here. I don’t like being in a hurry everywhere I go, fighting for my spot on the road. Last time I went home (about 5 yrs ago) my friends all told me I was “citified” that the city had changed me, it probably had, but here, I’m too country, my values a little too strict. I wonder if there is a place for a girl like me, I never found the love I wanted here. Sometimes I compaired my boyfriends to Adam (my childhood sweetie) and though some had many of his admirable qualities, they didn’t make me feel understood the way he had.In fairness I had to put Adam out of my mind. I couldn’t hold on to what I was sure was a ghost, forever in my memory. I never had to tell Adam anything, he just knew it, he felt it, he understood me with out a word. He’s married now, and I don’t plan on looking him up when I return, I won’t be someone who interferes with his happiness, and I don’t want to confuse him or the situation. I’m sure his wife wouldn’t like me around either, as our bond was pretty special. Most of my school yard friends don’t want much to do with me as I’m not a christian (I’m agnostic/athiest depending on the day) and yet I’m still a good friend. I’m a spinster by southern standards (31 and single with 0 kids). Tonight was the first time since making this decision that I felt anything except excitement, tonight I felt a twing of fear. I know life will be better for me there, after all I have my brother and father there, and that in itself will give me the love and connections with other humans that one can become so unattached to in a city like DC. What if I get there and realize that it doesn’t feel like home anymore? I always wanted to leave AL in the past so I could hold onto the memories, and they would always remain special to me. I just want to find where I belong, and I think it’s time to go back to last place I felt that in so I can determine where I need to go from there, if I ever leave again. I hope for myself that I can take the wisdom gained here in the capitol of the US and return to my hometown only to find a way to put that knowledge to work for me, my family and my community. I want to make a difference in the world, at leat in my world, and I hope I can combine these two worlds to the benefit of those around me. I hope I will find more happiness there then I could here. I know this city has changed me, I became real jaded for a time, it took serious time in therapy to overcome all the mountains I have faced here. If home truely is where the heart is, then I am on my way home, and if my heart is true I’ll be right where I need to be.
Sorry I know this was kinda long and there’s not much to comment on here, but I need to sort out my feelngs now that the anxiety is taking over. Thanks for listening.
(as a side note, I noticed that about 2 weeks ago I flipped around in my bed, not changed it’s position, but my head is now where my feet should go, and now I face south when I sleep. I was thinking about this and I realized that I’d been sleeping with my back to the south for many years, yet all the sudden I am facing south again.)