A while ago I decided I was tired of staying in one place – I needed to get out and explore the world, find out where I belonged. I always loved growing up in New England, but I never thought that would be where I’d end up long term. Sure it has a lot of great things to offer, but I needed something different, I needed a change. I was determined to travel and wander in search of a place that would instantly feel like home the second I arrived.
As it turns out, the more I travel and see new places, the less I begin to wonder where I belong. Being away from New England has actually made me realize that it is the only place I have ever felt at home. I have been to some amazing cities in fabulous countries, but the farther I go and the longer I stay away, the more I see that home is the place I have always lived. It has taken being away for me to realize how much I love those small New England towns with white church steeples and old mills. How nowhere does the four seasons quite like we do – with bright, brilliant autumns and perfect winter wonderlands and warm, fresh springs and long, hot summer days. How it is always just a short drive to the beach or lake or mountains. That Boston is one of the best cities in the entire world. And even more than that, how all my friends and family are there.
I was standing next to a lake in the highlands of Scotland looking at the beautiful landscape painted in front of me when I noticed how much it looked like New England. It was in that moment I realized exactly where home was. Home is the place I grew up, the place I know best of all, the place where my life is. New England is a part of me, and it is a part I’m not ready to give up. Sure I will continue to travel, and maybe as the years go on I will find another place that could also become home, but the Northeast will always have my heart, and as I now know, it will always be home.