Anytime I’ve been away from the Bay Area, I’ve been homesick for it. It is where I grew up and where I have called home for the majority of my life. A few months ago though, when I was getting that familiar nostalgic feeling in my gut and my heart, I was surprised. I wasn’t feeling homesick for just one place. I was homesick for both the Bay Area and NYC.
Before we began this nomadic lifestyle almost two years ago, I thought a lot about how moving every few months would affect us. The things I thought about were obvious. I wanted to make sure we made new friends when we moved. I wanted our temporary houses to have the comfortable feeling of being home. I even thought about what the best way for us to get our exercise in would be. But the thought never occurred to me to prepare to be homesick for two places at the same time. And what surprised me even more than that was that I was homesick for a place I had only lived in for 14 months!
It was strange to me at first, but now when I have those moments of homesickness, I laugh a little at what the heart decides to grow fond of, feel glad that the feelings I had about leaving NYC haven’t wavered and I acknowledge how fortunate I am to have more than one place to feel homesick for.