Many, many years ago and shortly after moving to urban life, I was in a long-distance relationship with a man back home. During our relationship, we spent a long weekend with friends, and upon leaving him, I found myself in a severe state of melancholy. At the time, I was unhappy with my decision to move 1,000 miles away and felt out-of-place and disconnected in my new environment.
While in the airport waiting to board my plane, a man saw my face and asked, "Are you coming or going home?" And I seriously didn't know how to answer him. I eventually stated that I was heading home but leaving my "home home."
Even 15 years later, I still have a "home" and a "home home."
