Home is Where the Heart is?

If home is where the heart is, why isn't my heart here? The obvious answer of course is that this isn't really home anymore and my heart is still in Detroit (sounds like the beginning of a country song already.) I'm really trying to make a life for myself here, but I can't seem to get past the heartache for the people I left behind. When you don't live near family your friends really become your family, and my friends were the best family anyone could hope for. Now I'm surrounded by my actual family, who do love me dearly, and I just don't feel at home. I'm not even sure that I want to.

Settling in..........slowly

One of the biggest challenges of my "fresh start" is the actual move to a new home. Most of my worldly possessions have been relocated to my little house in the good ole hometown. Now the laborious job of unpacking and organizing becomes my all-consuming task for an indefinite period of time. On the upside the duplex is roomy and has character,on the downside it is much smaller than my last home. So here it is, my house full of boxes.......

"A good home must be made not bought." --Joyce Maynard