I grew up in Lydick. A very small little burg just west of South Bend (and Notre Dame!), and just about a half-hour drive from the Michigan border.
I moved from Lydick to Los Angeles! Yeah. All that.
Just shy of five years after moving to L.A. I moved to Indianapolis. Between Indianapolis and Bloomington, I have lived in Jeffersonville (on the Ohio River just across that river from Louisville), Indianapolis again, Greencastle (about an hour drive due west of Indy...home of DePauw University), Indianapolis one more time, Vincennes (the oldest city in Indiana...right on the border with Illinois), Avon (a fast-growing suburb on Indy's west side...in a neighboring county)...and, as I stated above: (Now) I live in Bloomington.
I think in all those places (with perhaps one exception) I have felt "at home." I moved from Indianapolis the first time...and all subsequent moves...because of my job. I think in all those places (with perhaps one exception) I liked my job.
I have, from time to time, wished I was someplace else. Ft. Myers Beach, Florida comes to mind. And the southwestern part of our country...maybe New Mexico or Arizona. The only place I have previously lived that I have thought I might like to go back to is L.A. I have returned to Indianapolis often...as the above itinerary shows...maybe back there. Maybe.
The great Yogi Berra once said: "If you don't know where you're going, you might wind up someplace else."
Trouble is that someplace else is always someplace else.
Kinda like wishing to be in sometime else.
Or maybe like wishing to be someone else.
Being comfortable with when and where and who you are is a really big deal, don't you think?
Still, the sun and sand of Ft. Myers Beach is very inviting.
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