Finding Home

The past month I have been transitioning myself from the city that has been my home since birth to a new, but familiar, city.

Initially, it was weird for me to think about moving away from Philadelphia. Philadelphia is my home. It’s the place where I was born and the place where I have spent my entire life. It’s the place where I have many memories attached. A simple walk to the subway station brings back lots of my memories as I reminisce where an old park was or where the convenience store used to be.

As cheesy as it sounds, I’ve come to realize that home is where the heart is. Home for me was always Philadelphia but now I realize that home is wherever the people that I love reside. It’s easy for me to feel at home when I’m spending time with my parents or with my boyfriend.

With that said, however, being alone in a new city is incredibly lonely. It’s alright if there are things to do and explore, but realizing that you are physically away from people that used to surround you 24/7 is a difficult adjustment to make. Perhaps this is a part of growing up and life only feels more lonely from here on out. Perhaps this is an opportunity to meet new people and branch out. Nevertheless, I expect my new chapter in New York to be full of highs and lows, ups and downs.

New York is slowly feeling more like home, but until then I will still be missing my hometown and the people in it.

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