These past 3-4 months have definitely been full of transitions. Marriage, grad school, financially independent, moving twice... it's crazy & a lot to get used to all at once. But going back to Houston and then going back to College Station, places I had considered home for 4 years, it just wasn't anymore. I felt pretty old, walking around campus with Matt and 'reminiscing' about our college memories.
It was only 4 months ago that we graduated, but I digress.
Matt & I currently live in our moderately-sized 1 bedroom apartment. On some levels it does feel like home, like I cannot wait to get back following my late graduate classes. But I still find myself dreaming about a future home, a place with a yard so we can get a dog, do more drastic work to it to really make it our own, a place with non-apartment grade appliances. A place where I don't hear when my neighbors take a shower. Some place more permanent, more home-like and less apartment-like.
|Sigh... ; Source|
That is definitely a few years down the road. But all this got me thinking just about the concept that is home. When we were at my parents' house, a few aspects still felt like home-- just hanging out with my family around the table, watching movies, etc. I am currently sitting alone in our apartment while Matt's at work, wishing he would come home because right now it just feels like an apartment with our things in it. But when he's home and we eat dinner together, hang out and relax, it is definitely more home-like.
I know it's corny, and I apologize for the cheesiness. But sometimes it is definitely good to have those "home-is-where-the-heart-is" moments. Keeps things in perspective, especially with all the fires here in Texas. It shows you what's important, who's important. Gives me some patience while I dream about our house that is a few years in the future.