Home is where again?

Up until this point in my life my home was always wherever my parents were. Granted, I was always more sentimental than everyone else when it came to moving from the house where we grew up. But now I live in Virginia with my husband. We've lived here almost a year now. However, anytime I meet anyone from California, especially San Diego, I freak out. I get so excited because I feel like we share an understanding of what its like to go from there to here. I love San Diego. I love the Chargers, I love the Gaslamp district, I love the beach, I love Mexican food. I miss all of my friends and family out there so much!
Stephen was mentioning yesterday that he wanted to see about getting his firefighter credentials to open the eventual door of becoming a fireman. He said he felt like if he didn't pursue it than he would regret it. So I told him to go for it, whatever he wanted to do was fine. We aren't really sure with his shoulder that would be able to. Then he mentioned that it could open the door to us eventually moving back to California. Then I thought, huh. I don't know if I want to. I love my job here and I love my house. If it ever came to the point where we had the opportunity to move back, would we? I don't really know. Where is home now? I love both places. Lets just win the lottery and live both places.


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