Well, this Yankee has called the South home for about four years and four months now. As much as I like the beach, our dear friends, sweet tea, and not having to shovel snow, deep down I miss the north. I may have incorporated “y’all” into my vocabulary and evidently picked up a little accent (I blame my place of employment), but sometimes I get this feeling that I miss where I grew up, and it’s especially difficult this time of year. For whatever reason, I want to be up north with the seasons that move the year, and the cities I know, and the family I love. This year, that feeling has been pretty intense.
This Christmas has been wrapped in tragedy and loss for a number of people I know (or know of). It breaks my heart. And makes me want to be able to hug my friends and family in Delaware. But they’re a plane ride away. Sometimes, that’s just too far.
I know “home is where the heart is”. I know that home is being with Evan. I know that I did as much as I could to get away from my childhood home. With my husband and the adoption, I wouldn’t trade my life in the South for anything in the world right now.
But today, I want home to be there. I want my life to be closer to people I love dearly.
I hope this feeling passes with the holidays.
But until then, I will celebrate where we are planted (and rooted thanks to the housing market – Ha!). God has His reasons we’re here. And I’m sure I’ll remember them when my family reports the first blizzard of the year.