I have always been a homebody. Like, even when on vacation I would feel homesick and want to go home. It's kind of a joke in my family now… they all make fun of me for always wanting to be at home. Home is my happy place. And "home" took on a whole new meaning when I got married.
My husband and I decided not to live together until we were married so we timed it so that our new house would be finished right before the wedding. Well our wedding night was my very first time sleeping in our new home [he had been there a few weeks already]. The day after our wedding I woke up and felt an unsettling feeling. Where am I? This is not my home. I feel so homesick.
We went across town to my mom's house to get the last of my things and permanently "move me" into our new house and those feelings got 10x worse. It hit me like a ton of bricks that I will likely never spend the night at my parents' house again, being that we now live in the same town. Confession: I burst into tears as we drove away from my mom's house. I know, I know, embarrassing right? It was the day after my wedding and I am crying to my husband of 12 hours because I am officially leaving my "real home". But this was a huge change for me!
I texted my cousin and told her how ridiculous I was feeling and her response: "I felt the exact same way when I got married but pretty soon Garrett will feel like your home and you will only get homesick for him." Her words couldn't have been more true. I have realized that home is truly where your heart is. I could live in a cardboard box and as long as Garrett is there with me, it would feel like home. And that is how I know that he is my person. He is my home.
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