matt and i flew "home" for christmas. on christmas.
we walked in the front door and took my mom completely by surprise.
it was awesome.
holidays are stressful and families are imperfect. and mine is no exception. but i love them so, so much. despite the misunderstandings, the differing opinions.
after coming back to washington though, i just can't shake this feeling of home not really feeling like home.
right now, washington feels most like home. but i don't think it will feel like home always. close friends are moving in the next few years, closer to their own families, to where jobs are, to where the navy sends them.
and when they're gone? will washington still feel the same? and how long do we have before the navy sends us somewhere else?
for certain, georgia no longer feels like home. the small town i grew up in feels much smaller. i don't think i could live there now.
is that terrible to say? i feel like it must be offensive to the people that still live there. i don't mean it in a negative way. i only mean that i have changed and the things that are important to me don't really exist there. if i could choose an ideal place to live, it wouldn't be there.
so... where, then?
i feel like i belong... no where.
^^ photos from our trip to asheville, nc and the biltmore estate.