I grew up in a 45 minute radius my whole life. Outside of that, I spent every family vacation, in Arkansas, with my grandpa and family. After my freshman year of college, I moved to Provo. It wasn't love at first site, but after that first full summer, everything else fell into place.
I had so many important milestones there! I was accepted into my teaching program, I met my husband, I met my biological Aunt and cousins, I made friends who were beautiful examples to me, and I taught my first year. That first year of teaching, I fell in love with the country near my teaching job.
When we were packing up to move cross country, it was all so bittersweet. As our friends started to move out as well, I began to realize that it would never quite be our college town in the same way again.
When we moved from Utah, it was more complicated: "My husband and I moved from Utah, but I'm from Kentucky and he is from Arizona. We came to Georgia for a job."
At what point, do you live somewhere, and start saying "My name is Autumn and I'm from Georgia" ? Is it when you have reached milestones? Is it growing up somewhere, for your whole life, and never quite getting that feeling again? Is it when your heart and mind stop thinking, about the possibility that you could move, and you just decide to love it anyway?
So, I think this is my way of saying:
My name is Autumn. I feel a little homesick at times, but I have no idea where home is anymore. I own a home, but I've loved a lot of different places and they will always have a part of my heart. Someday Georgia will have a piece too.