"Home is where the heart is"

The movers have come and gone. It took 48 hours and lots of sweat, but our apartment is empty.

Looking around, I am moved by how empty everything seems. My home is empty, but I don't feel homeless. I expected to feel a sense of loss, but I don't. This isn't a move to find belonging, in fact, I have never belonged more. I belong to a family, a husband and friends. However cliche it is true... "Home IS where the heart is!"

This is something I understood intellectually for years. It is hard not to grasp that concept when you move often throughout childhood. As an adult I moved trying to find things that were missing within me. I moved away from failures hoping to reinvent the life that I wanted. Didn't you all wonder why I moved so often? Well, there it is.

Now I understand the concept fully. I am not lacking, I am not moving away from failure. This move isn't about those things. As I relocate I am taking my "home" with me. A home where I belong.