Home

by Kristi Curtis

They say that home is were the heart is. But what if that just so happens to be in more than one locale. It was certainly one of the more difficult decisions I have had to make. I left the man I love in one state to move to another. I moved back east to be closer to my family.

The time had come. I need them. They need me. My mother, twelve years into nursing a heart condition, which shows no signs of subsiding, was sounding different to me. Even over the phone I could tell. Something was different, wrong even.

She had been slipping into a deep depression. I know now that being within close proximity to the matter is the only true way of assessing a situation such as this. What do you do when you get that feeling in your gut? The only decision is to go with your instinct.

I had been struggling witht the decision to move back. After an accident three years ago, physically, I was forced to give up my business. I lost my husband. My home. Everything. Or so I thought at the time. I would always have my family. I felt too ashamed to come home with “my tail between my legs”. I thought being with my family would only prove to make me feel more like a failure.

Then I stopped to think for a moment. Maybe this wasn’t about me. Maybe they needed me as much as I nedded them. I miss the love I left behind, but am comforted by the idea that our relationship may be able to endure the 1800 mile distance. Only time will tell.

I can say this for now…I am home and it feels right.