In New York, one of the first questions asked when you meet someone is, “What borough are you from?” I quickly learned that I needed to “represent.” At first, it felt weird trying to profess my pride for a place that I had only know through TV and movies, but as months passed, I felt less and less like a Clevelander and more like a Brooklynite. Unfortunately, after 14 years, the New York City that had I loved since childhood pretty much vanished in front of my eyes. ust as we were contemplating leaving, we got an offer to stay with his family in Greeley, Colorado…
I’m in my 50s, and getting ready to move, again. As I look at new apartments, etc, I realized I am really looking for a place that feels like “home.” But… I am having trouble visualizing what I’m actually looking for. Do you know what “home” is for you?
In 2012, as my fiance and I were about to get married, we decided to take the biggest leap of our entire existence: make our life-long dream of permanently living abroad come true, and move from France to Canada. Here’s what I love in my new country, and what I miss from home.
In a month I’m moving from a small town in Michigan to Washington DC. I’m moving with my best friend, and we have a great place picked out. I’m finally moving out of my parents and becoming an adult! The thing is I’m freaking terrified. How can I get over my fear of leaving and just let myself enjoy this change or at least relax a little?
I’m looking for some advice. My husband and I are moving to Sweden at the end of the month from Seattle. We are taking our giant cat Hax0r with us. He is too heavy to fly in the cabin, and will have to go under the plane as cargo. Sadly, all I can find online are horror stories about lost or injured pets. Have you ever traveled overseas with your fur baby? What advice would you give?
I feel embarrassed to confess this, so please bear with me (I feel so silly). But… I am moving out of my first very own apartment, and I cried more about this than I like to admit. This place became my hoodie, my comfort zone. For the first time in 15 years I didn’t dread coming home. I am losing my first and only home I ever truly had and loved. How do I cope with this, you ask? Good question. There are five strategies I came up with that have been helping me with my struggle to say bye to my bachelorette pad…
Now I am here. Books are in the bookcases, clothes are in the closet, the dog is being snuggly on the bed. This is already shaping up to be one of the best times of my life, but it’s also sad. I’m afraid of falling in love — more afraid than I have ever been of falling in love with a person.
In recent years, I’ve begun to develop my own theory: people are either movers or stayers. I’ve met people who have lived in the same town their whole lives, and never felt the need to leave. I’ve met others who have “itchy feet” and are constantly on the move: six months here, two years there. So, I’m a little curious, Offbeat Homies: where do you fall on the mover/stayer spectrum?