Last Friday I made the trip to Charlottesville to visit my family for the weekend. I don’t live all that far from my hometown but lately I haven’t been visiting frequently. I guess its just part of becoming more adult and developing a weekly routine. I also attribute it to the fact that I have just reached the 3 year mark of living in Raleigh and I am now, more than ever, very comfortable here and have a wide group of friends and activities I am rather attached to. These days, I consider the Raleigh area and all of its elements (my apartment, my office, my boyfriend, my dog, my friends, my day-to-day life) to be “home”.
Still, whenever I am making the journey to Charlottesville I still say that I am going “home”. The statement is still accurate of course because when I am there I still find similar elements that bring me comfort (the house I grew up in every day of 18 years before moving off to college, the various venues of my part-time jobs in high school, family, and memories of a day-to-day life I once experienced). So I guess, at 25 and beyond, you learn to embrace multiple homes: your home and your home(town).
I appreciate Charlottesville much more than I did when I was a teenager. (Really, do we appreciate anything appropriately when we’re teenagers?) It’s such a beautiful area and, even though it goes through some changes, it always seems to stay remarkably the same. I wasn’t much of a runner in my younger days so running during my visits is always especially fun because it’s a way to experience my old neighborhood in a new way, which believe me is hard to do after 18 years in the same house.
And run I sure did. After dragging through my week and exercising minimally while trying to recover from my cold, I was DYING to run. This is a feeling I haven’t had in quite a while. Don’t get me wrong, I love running, but I am not always finishing one run and immediately amped up for the next. But that’s how I felt all weekend long – and I still feel that way this week. So, although I was cursing my cold last Tuesday, I think I am now oddly grateful for the renewed since of enthusiasm it has given me, especially because I start my slightly postponed and revised marathon training schedule next week!
Obviously my weekend consisted of a few enjoyable runs.
I did do a few other things besides run this weekend. Don’t act surprised. I had two great dinners with my family accompanied by even greater conversation. My brother and his girlfriend came in from Richmond on Saturday so I got to spend some time with them. I wandered around town with my Mom. I played in our big backyard with Juneau. And I even did nothing; I sat on the couch with my iced coffee and my dog and read my magazine while not giving a single thought to where my friends were or what they were doing, what part of my apartment needed to be cleaned, or what I would return to at the office on Monday. It was wonderful and I really ought to make myself do it more often.
What did you do last weekend? Any big plans for the one coming up? What’s your idea of home?