It's my kind of town
Can you go "home" again? I'm going to find out in a few weeks.
I grew up partially outside of Chicago, in northwestern Indiana. Summers and Christmases, I'd visit my father and stepmother here in southern Florida. When I was 14, I came to Florida to live permanently and have never been back.
Writing these words, just simple letters from my keyboard, it seems so detached. Beyond just words, though, making the decision to live with one parent over the other was a hard decision for a 14-year-old me. It was emotional. I gave up lifelong friends to follow my heart.... And then my heart was broken. But that's another story for another time.
I'm looking forward to going home with my husband and two little boys. We're planning to see the Museum of Science and Industry, Shedd Aquarium and Chicago Children's Museum. I want to show them the magnificent dunes on the south shore of Lake Michigan I remember so fondly playing in when I was a girl -- where I first fell in love with nature. I want to drive by my old houses and my school and the library where I decided I wanted to be a writer. We'll attend a family wedding at my sister's house and drive through the Indiana countryside. Maybe I'll even get to catch up with some friends.
It sounds all so nostalgic, but my mind and my heart are definitely still looking forward.
Going back to my roots will be nice (if I can survive the long car trip with the littles), but southern Florida is truly my home.