When I first found out we were leaving, it hurt. A lot. I was shocked, blindsided...it was so completely unexpected. That weekend was hard. But I was OK. I was with friends...and went back to friends...and they were just what I needed when I needed them. Every once in a while it would hit again that home wasn't going to be home anymore...and the pain and grief would flood back and I would mourn the loss of the ties to my childhood once more.
And then I got here. And my bed was buried in boxes, and our apartment was one huge garage sale. My books were sold or boxed, our furniture was sold or given away, our decorations were all off the walls....everything was different. We'll be going into Paris one last time before I leave....so I can say good-bye to the city of lights for...well... a while. We'll see how that goes.
But I've realized since I've been here, that though this country--and this city--holds a lot of memories and pieces of my heart, I'm ok with it just being a part of my life. It's been great--I've loved it here. But I'm a Taylor-ite now...and for at least another year...that has to be home. Life goes on and I think it's ok that home moves around. It's not easy to have my heart in so many places, but it has made (and makes) my life that much richer.
On the bright side of this move, my family will be closer than 6 hours from me-- and on the same continent--which hasn't happened basically since I was 10 years old. I'll see my brothers and my parents and we can kind of be a normal family again. And maybe there's something awesome that I can't even imagine about living in Perrysburg, OH. I mean...we ARE only an hour and a half from Cedar Point. That's gotta be good for SOMETHING right?
So for now, I'll enjoy my time home, and my last visit to my old stomping grounds (good ol BFA) while at the same time doing my best to look ahead and smile, knowing that God's got something great in store for my family...even if we have to live in.....Ohio :P
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The last time I went home to the Philippines it was the same way. They had sold the car I learned to drive with and I didn't even get to say good bye! We spent our last few days in a hotel so my mom could box everything up. And now I'm in Russia in a home I never really called home for the last time because we're moving houses :-P Oh, changes. They happen. We had a layover in Amsterdam and I thought of you because we were closer :-) love, amy
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