I love seeing this sign. It seriously tugs me a little inside, whispering, you're back, Linds, you're home. I can't help it. There's just something about coming back to the place you know. But, as I get older, it seems to be the ever present personal tug of war, stay or go? Stay or go? I'm always pumped to come home and see everyone, to see familiar street signs, use my internal navigation system, indulge on a garbage plate... But, would it hold the same feeling if I was here all the time? If I returned to make my life here, would I treasure my time here as much as I do during my visits? It's true, that my time with friends and family always seems so rushed and brief, so very squeezed in and one visit to the next. What if I could see them once a week?
The more I think about it, the more people I know who have either returned home for good, or have never even left. Why do I have this fear I'll be bored? Or maybe it's not bored, more like what am I missing out on by surrounding myself with what I already know? Or is it I'm indulging in what's already comfortable? I don't know, I don't know what the stigma is for me that's attached to returning to my hometown for good? Whoa, I totally started this as a "yay! I'm going home!" entry and this is the turn it took. Guess that tug of war's a little stronger than I thought...
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