“Back home” is a weird phrase nowadays. Is Florida “home” or is NYC “home.” Honestly, as wonderful as it is to see friends and catch up with everyone and run around to all my old favorite places… Tampa feels less and less like home every day. I sometimes humor myself and try to picture myself living there… but it just doesn’t pan out too much. (Although, looking at real estate listings in Tampa gets me almost every time.)
I’m coming up on the one year mark of living in New York City and it’s seriously strange to feel so at home in this crazy (and it is crazy) city. For every downside (um, the dirtiness), there are fourteen upsides (like coffee shops on every corner!).
I loved spending time in Tampa, but I cannot deny or ignore those wonderful goosebumps that wash over me when I drive into the city from the airport.
How do you know when someplace is “home”?