Another Place to Call Home

How’s this for irony:

Ever since I moved to Manhattan whenever I would return back to the city after a weekend or time away I would always have this surreal feeling upon returning. I would always think, “Is this really where I live? This is really my life? I live in NYC?” It was never a bad or dreadful feeling just a surreal one. I just felt like I had to adjust slightly to be back in “city mode”.

Right after I resigned from my job I headed down to Virginia to visit my god children and attend a self defense conference for a week. When I got back to the city and the bus dropped me off in mid-town Manhattan I got off and without even thinking I took a sigh of relief and thought, “Ahh…I’m home.”

I was quite surprised by the unexpected feeling and my next thought was, “Seriously? This place feels like home now?” The more I thought about it the more it did kind of make sense. Typically it takes about six months to completely transition and adjust to a new place and I was right at the six month mark in NYC.

At first I was saddened because I knew I’d only be there a couple more weeks. I was finally settled, adjusted and comfortable and now I had to leave. However the more I thought about it the less sad and more glad I became. NYC is home to me!

Every place I’ve ever lived has become home to me. That means that no matter how long I am away whenever I return there is a part of the place that just feels comfortable, familiar and, well…feels like home. I feel very lucky that NYC is one of those places to me.