September 19, 2009
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“Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.” Ernest Hemingway.
I’ve been talking a lot about the concept of home lately. I have another aspect of home to talk about: being homesick!
I love it here in the North Shore, don’t get me wrong. Love it. I love the commons. I love the cafes and how close I am to Boston. These are the things I wanted when I moved here. Now that I’m here, I miss Maine. A lot.
One of my favorite things to gripe about when I was in Maine was how much the state was lacking, and how we couldn’t wait to leave. Now that I’m gone, I see more clearly the good of the state. And not just the state, but of me in the state.
When it comes down to it, home is something you carry with you much like a snail carries its shell.
I’ve been homesick the last week. I’ve found aspects of home here in the north shore, but not the whole package. I thought I did a few weeks ago, but a recent trip to the Augusta area revealed to me that much of my heart is still 150 miles north of here, and I have more settling into myself and healing to do before home is truly found.