I am home

I am home. And I realized I haven’t been doing denial. That’s not it.

When we had to leave our house a year ago, it was over for me. I was done. My life in Boise was over. Sure, this move we had to leave friends and when we did I cried. We had to officially leave places I loved, but the life I had led before was already gone and after those places were places I visited so rarely it was like going on mini-break instead of visiting my city. My city, my life had ceased to exist for me.

And coming here, greeting my new home, I knew this is what I had been waiting for, waiting for an entire year.

The first time I set foot in Eugene was 12 years ago, 1997 at a debate tournament at the U of O. I fell in love then and I never lost that love and yearning to be here. But I could never get here. There was never a reason to get here. As my sister’s sweetie pointed out, “You just needed a kick in the ass to get here.”

In this place I feel motivation and concentration and contemplation and just being. I am home.