It's been not quite a week since I returned to Georgia. And somehow everything is both the same and different. The town feels the same, a familiarity that I can't escape. But things are different, too. There are new businesses and old businesses in new places. A lot of my friends have moved to different cities. My parents' house is exactly as I left it, but it isn't mine anymore. Just as I changed while I was away, so did this town and its inhabitants.
My home has become Australia. And it's as if I knew this, but it didn't seem real until I came back to Georgia and missed Sydney.
Don't get me wrong; I'd been counting down the days to Georgia, and it is as lovely as I'd hoped. Seeing my parents and friends, making plans, frequenting my favorite coffee shop, sharing this part of myself with Stephen - these are all gifts for which I am grateful. I am overjoyed to visit. I am happy to be home, but it somehow isn't home anymore.
It's humid here, as Georgia summers are, and the air is like a weight on me. It reminds me that this places anchors me, gives me a foundation for the person I have grown into and am growing into. But foundations are meant to be built upon. On mine, I am building a new home, a new place for myself.
What are you building on yours?
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