There’s something strange about being back in the grips of the town you grew up in. It feels familiar, yet totally unfamiliar. I have so many memories of this place being my home, but now that I’ve been away for so long, it really doesn’t feel much like home anymore.
For the first time in over six years, I am living in my old bedroom in my childhood home. When we decided we were going to spend the summer here, I had this idea that all the memories of my formative years would come flooding back to me and I would feel like I belong here again. The truth is, I can barely remember who that person was. It’s funny to realize how much I have grown and changed in what seems like such a short amount of time.
Since we won’t see our families for a year once we head to Turkey, we wanted to spend the summer with them. Most of it will be spent at my mom’s in Pittsburg, but we are hoping to also spend some time with my grandparents, my dad, and my in-laws before school starts.
So far, it’s been a little hard to adjust to not working (I have tried to set my alarm out of habit several times) and to not having our own space. We hardly have any access to our stuff at the moment because it’s all piled in boxes in the garage. On the bright side, this will be excellent practice for the minimalist lifestyle we hope to lead in Turkey and I should have plenty of time to catch up on some much-needed reading. I also have a pool date lined up with my sweet nieces and lots of my old favorite restaurants to re-visit.
I might as well soak up the downtime while I can, because it’s about to get crazy. In the next week or so, we will find out which classes we are teaching and will continue the crazy visa process. Until then, I guess I‘ll just get back to my book.