We did a lot of traveling in April to some lovely and even magical places. But I have to tell you, each time our airplane descended into DC, each time I drove home, and each time I stepped into our house, I felt a wave of relief. This is my home.
As the daughter of an Air Force pilot I never really felt settled. Every few years, and sometimes even months, my dad would receive a new assignment, and we would pack up our things and move onto the next place. I was always ok with this lifestyle, and in fact, when my parents decided to temporarily settle in North Carolina I was more than disappointed. I wanted to continue our family's great adventure and move on. After graduating from high school, I took advantage of the opportunity to move away and headed to the Boston area for college. But, as the wind blows, I felt called to move on after a couple of years. So I headed to Ghana for a year, and then returned to North Carolina to finish college. Finally, with a degree in my pocket I was off again. This time to Washington, DC.
Fast-forward six years, and I am still here, and I have never felt more at home. I met Michael here (a Texas transplant), and we started our family here. I have come to love this city, and I have no reservations about living here for the longterm—and that is a great feeling, and certainly one I have never had before.