For the past 14 years, my concept of 'home' has been very vague. I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago, but days after I graduated from high school, my parents moved to Iowa for my dad's job. My siblings both eventually moved out of Illinois (my brother's family is back here now though) and my grandparents have passed away. So I have never come back to the area as home. And it hasn't every really felt like home again.
My parents' house in Iowa doesn't exactly feel like home either, since I never lived there expect for a few weeks in college each summer. And then Justin and I have taken on moving like it's our job, so we've never really established a true home together, either. It's a weird feeling. Sometimes it bothers me because I never know how to answer the question, "Where are you from?" My answer usually is, "How much time do you have? Want the short or long version?" In other ways, it's totally okay with me. After all, I've learned to adapt to lots of new situations, experienced living in many places, and have friends all over the country to go visit! Plus, how many of you can call your kids 'y'all' in your Chicago accent (which you swear you don't have!), define toboggan, identify cheesy grits, know where to get the best Chicago style pizza, can name all of the exits on Georgia 400 without numbers, and know whether to describe the distance from one location to another in minutes or miles?? Life skills I've picked up along the journey, people!
When we found out we were moving back to Chicagoland, I had mixed feelings. I was excited, since it was going to be so.much.closer to family. But it also felt weird to me to be coming back to the area where I grew up. When we shared the news on Facebook, many people responded with, "Congrats, and welcome home!!" That was SO weird to me. Chicago definitely did NOT feel like my home. Aside from one year after graduating from college, I haven't lived here since I was 18. And I can count the number of times I've visited on two hands. Not.home. But, some weird things have happened during this first week as an IL resident.
First weird thing: I ran into someone I knew from college at the grocery store.
Second weird thing: my brother came over for dinner on a random weeknight.
Third weird thing: I went to a friend from high school's baby shower.
Those are things that happen to people who live near home. They run into people they know, have family over on a whim, and see old friends they've known since fifth grade.
I have to say, I am super surprised by this, but I am feeling just a tiny bit like I'm back home.