I am not a nomad by any means whatsoever but I do feel like I have moved quite a bit for the average person. Shortly after college I moved thirteen times in seven years. Not all those moves were interstate, but a few were. I have lived in the Colorado Springs area, Fairbanks in central Alaska, Enterprise in lower Alabama (twice), Florida near Tampa, and my lovely Ohio. Upon moving back here I have moved four more times. You would think that moving that many times would create, in a person, an apathy of sorts. As if where you live is of no real concern. It is simply a location. We are all acutely aware, however, of what it feels like to be home. The warm feeling that wells up in our hearts when we pass by all the memories attached to things we used to know so well. Our favorite parks, drive-in movie location, restaurants, or donut shop all can evoke a feeling of belonging that nowhere else can bring. I am not originally from Columbus but I have made it my home. All the people I love are here. I have access to the things I love to do here. I feel I am on the cusp of really digging deeper into what this city has to offer. I would never move unless I was forced to. There are still places I would like to visit someday but I will always come back here. This is where the most important memories of who I have become today were created and as the future unfolds I can only hope that it keeps me here. If it is possible to fall in love with a location then my heart is no longer my own.
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