Sunday, November 9, 2008
Missing Home
I am sitting here in my living room and my house is full of the smells of fresh apple cake and I am missing my family just a little. It's amazing how much a little smell can affect a person. I'm also amazed at how homesick I become. I don't remember feeling homesick so often last year. And I wonder if I will ever think of Fort Collins as home. No slight to the Fort...it is a great place...and I'm happy here. It's just not home.
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I feel the same way about Vegas and I have been here for 8 years. I guess 8 is not that many when compared to the 25 I lived in Utah. Like I told Tim the other day, maybe in another 10 years Vegas will feel like home to me.
It can come to feel like home, but it will never replace your parents' home until that is not an option.
It's a strange distinction between feeling at home and feeling like the place you grew up in.
I'm definitely at home in Orem, and have no desire to move back to San Antonio (can't stand the heat). However, I remember having a different feeling of home when I was a kid.
I do sometimes miss being a kid and letting my parents deal with the worries of life.
I think your Mom and Dad would probably be pleased to know that home holds such pleasant memories for you. Cherish them while you can, and make your own home as memorable to others. (Aunt Barbara)
I don't know what feels like home at this point. Too many years removed and too many moves away from my memories of "home". I still get homesick (missing my siblings and parents) and always love the Utah Valley. I'd have to say, howvere, that some things changed when I had kids, and now I guess home is where they are. Plus, I don't know that the current house the parents live in ever felt like my home, as I was in college when they moved. I would love to be there for Thanksgiving, as that hasn't happened in years, maybe next year.
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