Another big sinking in moment was coming ‘home’ to Scotland after our first trip to Warsaw. Three times before in my life, I had sadly left Scotland to go home to the US, but this was the first time I was leaving mainland Europe to return ‘home’ to the UK. It all became very real to me during our drive to pick up the dogs from the kennel. We were home. And home was Aberdeen.
And then today, after postponing for 4 months, I had my first hair appointment. I just trimmed a bit off the bottom and shaped my fringe (bangs) around my face. And it hit me all over again: I’m just living my life, doing completely ordinary things. I could be absolutely anywhere. But I’m not just anywhere. I am home. And home is Aberdeen.
And then last night I had the biggest aha moment of all when I started having a major freak out over how long my October trip to the States was going to last. I originally planned for 3 weeks of 'home leave', but was starting to question if that was too much time. I started worrying about being away from Scotland for so long. I worried that I would feel too homesick. Which made me realize that my sense of ‘home’ has really changed a lot over the past four months.
Any other transplants ever have those surreal moments?
"Hold on to me as we go, as we roll down this unfamiliar road. And although this wave is stringing us along, just know you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna make this place your home". Phillip Phillips, 'Home'