I found this on pinterest, and made me think of all the times I miss places of my past - places that were never my home, places I'm sure I'll never return, places I've been to in my dreams and places that are so etched in my memory that even when I'm driving down a street I almost think I'm there again.
I'm an ultra sensitive person, which I really don't like and have worked on it forever. When I moved to Mississippi it was like a shock to my system. The landscape was so different from what I was use to. Gone was busy Route 1 with car dealerships and pizza places or the hidden treasures of Stony Creek and Pine Orchard where I use to swim and find seashells as a child. Replaced was the Gulf Coast, the Antebellum homes with the sweeping, hauntingly beautiful Spanish Moss trees. I tried to find familiarity in a place that was so unknown to me. Growing up by the water, I found solace in walking along the I-110 boardwalk, with the ocean and glittering casinos in the background.
Even back in Connecticut, places I still go to now, the memory of what it was like when I was younger still feels like a piece of my home. My grandparents have a beach cottage tucked away in Mansfield Grove and playing outside with my cousins under the sun, the way the sand felt - the creak of the patio swing all has been cemented in my mind.
In so many ways, the places I've been and spent time in and laughed and found beauty in have all been places I felt at home with and at the same time, they are all places of my past. I have found myself over the years, looking at my phone or out the window, looking for places to go when I need to be present where I am. I love traveling and finding coffeeshops with amazing 7 layer bars and cappuccinos or boutiques that have handcrafted jewelry or abandoned docks that you can sit on and watch the boats and sun set. But I also learned to make a home with the people I love, with where I am, and to continue to strive to make a happier, healthier better life in the process.