I had such a strange experience the other day when leaving Rexburg to go home for the summer. As I was pulling on the freeway I said "I'm going home" and then a thought hit me, "No I'm not, home is Rexburg."
And then the mental war started.
I fought back and forth. Home is where my family is, where I grew up, where my room is filled with my stuff, where my mountains are... right? Or is home where my life is, where most my friends are, where my school is, where I'm growing? Did I move on from home? Make a new one? While I was at school, I was antsy to get back to Mapleton. Now that I'm here, I'm antsy to go back.
I'm torn between two homes, I'm in limbo.
So tonight, I'm heading back to Rexburg. Just for a trip. Taking a break from my break.
It's good to move on and it's ok to start a new life on your own. I am proud of how you are becoming independent and getting a new "home"! Of course, we will always say "Megan is coming home", because you are to us!
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