Putting down roots in my hometown wasn’t the plan. Moving home and living with my parents wasn’t my idea. Not living within walking distance of my closest friends was unthinkable; now almost all three have occurred.
But do I regret where I am today? No, there have been too many unexpected, wonderful surprises for that. I’ve connected with friends I once believed were lost to me and met new ones to adventure with. But do I wish I was somewhere else? Somewhere other than my hometown? Yes. It’s not a steady, conscious thought; just an echo in my mind as I fall asleep; what life altering adventure could I possibly have in a place I’ve always known?
Living at home is easy, I know it won’t last for forever. Reconnecting with old friends is a blessing. Putting down roots in my hometown, that’s dangerous. That means commitment. That means leaving my comfort zone and admitting my personal life plan was wrong.
Roots can be uprooted. I just want mine to last.