To me, home is the sum of alot of different things. Having loved ones around, knowing your area like the back of your hand, running into neighbors, friends or just the same people while grocery shopping, having the ability to sorta predict the weather for each month, and even just hearing a sound or smelling a scent that makes you feel nostalgic and/or warm and fuzzy.
I have never thought of California as home. The smells have always been new and weird, the breeze was never quite as warm as the Oklahoma breeze. For nearly five years (how did that happen?!!!), I have lived in Southern California, but it has never been home. However, this morning, I think I realized that has changed.
It got me to wondering, am I abandoning my childhood home by embracing California as a new home? What does home really mean? My mom's house? The house I share with Mr. Arotin? Main street of my home town? Can I have multiple places I call home?
Reason # 459 why growing up is super weird.
What does home mean to you?
P.S. Did I mention that someone once told me the following about LA (as in the city, not me). As a transplant, you either live here 1 year, 5 years, 10 years or you are a lifer. Am I having some weird 5 year moment?