I was reading a blog post the other day by someone who had just moved. She remarked that after 10 days, her new town finally felt like home.
Insert furrowed brow here.
We rolled in to town five months ago (almost 6!), and I just now feel like this is home. (For the record, Germany never felt like home; it was always just a glorified vacation in my mind.)
Despite not wanting to get assigned here, despite my many complaints about the place, despite the fact that I never in my life wanted to even visit here, El Paso is my home.
I’ve developed a regular running route. I feel settled in at my job at the library. I have my regular parking space, my regular drive to work, my Starbucks (conveniently located on my drive to work). Stephen and I have found some favorite local restaurants – a very important piece to feeling at home in my book. I have figured out where most of my regular items are at the grocery store and we have a routine for how we shop and check-out. When we go out of town, this is the place that I look forward to returning to.
It’s mostly small stuff, but that’s the stuff that makes home feel homey.
Stephen has left a few times for field training, and each time that I had to man the fort solo, I felt more comfortable. I know that when he leaves for his extended Middle Eastern Vacation (aka deployment), I’ll be ok on my own.
I feel at home again at last.