One year after marrying my G.I. Joe and moving to the desert wasteland that is Las Vegas, we are home! Thomas Wolfe once said that you can’t go home again; I understand that to mean that after spending a significant amount of time living away from home, as you define it, going back again will never be the same. While I agree that nothing can really stay the same, I disagree with this overall thought. You absolutely can go home again, if that is where your roots are. For me, home is the city I grew up in; no matter how much it changes, it will always be my hometown, where I experienced major and permanent life changes. It's where I learned to be me.
Home is also where my family is. At the end of the day, nothing in the entire world (except my faith) matters more to me than my family, and wherever they are, is where I want to be.
We currently live in Las Vegas, but this city will never be my home. I view it as just a place where we happen to be living, it will never hold a significant, or even minor, place in my heart, except perhaps as the place my new husband and I began our journey as a family together.
I do realize that as a military wife this is not a beneficial mindset, well, you can’t win ‘em all.
Being home feels like being wrapped up in a hug. It’s comforting, familiar, and, well, homey. There is no place like it!