Changing schools comes with moving. From pre-school to 3rd grade I attended a private school. At the start of the traditional schedule of 4th grade, I attended Alcott (Riverside), and than at the start of the round-track schedule I attended Sugarhill (Moreno Valley) and started the 5th grade with them. At the start of the traditional year for 5th grade I went to Victoria (Riverside) and finished 6th grade there. My first year completing a grade since 3rd. Than I went to Earhart (Riverside) for middle school and North (Riverside) for high school. The best part about all this is that Victoria was in a different part of Riverside than Earhart, and that was in a different part of the city than North.
Looking back now, moving around a lot and never really having a place to settle down is probably why I don't feel like where I live is home. Sure I call it that because it's the common word for society, but it doesn't feel like "home" for me. I've had it in my mind since I was little and we first moved that no place we were staying was home. It wasn't going to be permanent.
As I get older and I'm living on my own it begins to dawn on me that home isn't necessarily a location, it's a mind set. Home is wherever you feel most comfortable with whomever you feel most comfortable. Home is the place in your mind where you are at peace and can go when you need somewhere to run to. Home is whatever you make it.
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I know how that goes, I moved around a lot when I was younger too. Not as much as you, but still a good amount. I understand where you're coming from.
I like what you said about home being what makes you comfortable -- especially the idea that people are a part of that.
I moved around a lot too, though not as much as you did as a kid. From college on, I've lived in: Binghamton, NY; Durham, NC, Philly; several different town on L.I. (including, I kid you not, Hicksville and Amityville (yes, of Amityville Horror fame); Rochester, NY; Montclair, NJ; and now here in the IE. And, maybe I moved so much, it's the people who feel like home to me and not so much the places. Friends and family... whichever among them "get" me.
I know how you feel, and you’re definitely not alone. We all just have to see where this life will take us.
P.S.
I prefer the term Flatlander.
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