Monday, March 5, 2012

The House that Built Me

The House that Built Me (Acoustic Version) by Miranda Lambert on Grooveshark

I just booked a flight home for a full week in July. I'm overwhelmed with excitement to have a full seven days in my hometown. At my parent's house. In my childhood room. In my bed. Save for two trips at Christmas, this is the first time in four years that I'll be home for more than a couple of nights.

My enthusiasm for being home in the quiet rolling hills of Lancaster County is ironic. As a teenager, I lamented the place, dismissed the tranquil lifestyle and of the comforts of childhood and pined away for adventure in California. 

For every broken heart or tortured teenage moment, California always seemed like the answer. I was enchanted with the idea of going far away where no one knew my name. And now, there's no more intoxicating thought than that of returning to the place where everyone knows your name

Moving far away is an exciting adventure and just seems so romantic. It's a challenge to discover yourself in a new corner of the world, build a life and settle in. And while I love life in San Francisco and am flattered that it's accepted me in its sprawl of chic architecture, fashion, literature and history, in this moment, I can't imagine a better trip than one back home.

(It's not just my nostalgia that makes Lancaster wonderful - It was recently ranked No. 1 Mid-size city in Gallop Healthways' Well-being Index.)

Gallop Healthways Well-being Index - Lancaster, Penn. 

"You leave home. You move on, and you do the best you can."

1 comment:

TexasDad said...

Enjoy your stay !