Four years

[mrissa]

Four years ago today, C.J. pulled the U-Haul up the driveway and timprov parked the car in the garage. And I was home, home, home.

When I decided to graduate from high school a year early, people kept asking me if I regretted it. And sometimes I managed to keep my incredulity to polite levels at this question, but really: no. No regrets. Not a one. Not even once, not even for a nanosecond.

Moving home has been like that, too. I am so very glad to be here. So very, very glad.

Comments

[brooksmoses]

Oh!

I had never really thought of my parents as expat North Carolinians, but that analogy really does work well. It makes a lot of my sense of what place is home fit together neatly in ways it hadn't before.

Wow. Nifty.

(And there are ways in which a Roanoke accent is home, and ways in which a middle-North-Carolina accent is home, and these are different ways, and it all makes sense now.)

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