The journey from a small Maine hometown to various cities defined an individual's success by distance. A return to the childhood home at 32, initially seen as a temporary phase, blossomed into an unexpected attachment to the community and family dynamics. Quality time with parents, appreciation for nature, and reconnection with neighbors fostered renewal. The previous dread of perceived failure in moving home transformed into a cherished experience, highlighting the joys of adult relationships and community engagement.
I figured this would be a temporary phase - something I'd endure, a layover on my way to somewhere better. I certainly didn't expect to bloom in a place I'd once been so eager to leave.
Growing up, the idea of moving back home and in with my parents felt like my personal nightmare and definition of failure. So, I was surprised when the shame and embarrassment I expected to feel never came.
Instead, I loved spending quality time with my parents, now as adults on equal footing. After years of city life, I appreciated having a backyard and easy access to the ocean just a few miles away.
What I loved the most, though, was the sense of community I found, engaging with neighbors and deepening old friendships, especially with my childhood best friend.
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