There was never any question as to whether I would go away to college or not. In my mind, I would graduate high school and attend school out of state. I couldn’t picture it any other way and refused to do so. My parents were supportive, if not a little bummed that I wanted to spread my wings far from the nest. But it was something I had to do. So when the time came for me to choose a school I ended up at Clemson University in South Carolina, which was about a 12 hour drive from our southeastern Pennsylvania home. Having spent 10 years in Arizona as a child, I flirted with the idea of attending school on the west coast, but the south drew me in.
Becoming engaged to Clay at the end of my junior year meant that my home after graduation was at the mercy of the Army. Clay went on to Ft. Huachuca, Arizona while I finished my senior year. We were married during winter break and after my graduation, I joined him up at Ft. Drum, New York. Around that time my parents relocated to Georgia so subsequent trips to visit them meant that I wasn’t going home. My sister still lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her family but I’m sad to admit that each time we visit, the area feels less and less like home. I still miss it though, and would jump at the opportunity to live in the land of Wawa again, if only for the coffee and subs.
The idea of settling down and living in one area for years upon years is foreign to me. In my entire life, I’ve never technically lived full-time in one house for longer than 5 years. I’m on my 4th state driver’s license (my current Oklahoma license is by far my best picture – part of me wants to frame it when it expires). And I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. I think. And this house and Lawton, Oklahoma does feel like our current home. It took awhile but we’re finally here. Home. For now. And it should go without saying that wherever I happen to be living at the time with Clay and Weston is home. But you know what is funny? Wherever that place happens to be, it usually feels far from home. Maybe it is because we know that where we happen to be living at the time is temporary and we will eventually move on. Or maybe we just haven’t found the place we’re meant to stay at for years and years. When that happens, will we no longer feel far from home?
Whatever the reason, it is an incredibly odd to feel far from home but not know where that home happens to be. I’m sure we will stay in one place for longer than 4 years – eventually. And wherever that happens to be, I sure hope there is a Wawa nearby.