Three Years Back

Three years ago, I moved back to Milwaukee from France. There was a horrendous blizzard to welcome my arrival. As soon as the plane landed, I had firm intentions of getting out of here as soon as I could. That seems like a lifetime ago. I look different. I feel different. My life has changed and I have come a long, long way.

Earlier this year, I got the itch to move again, to go to a new place as I had done about every two years in my 20s. Instead, I committed to a two and a half year master's program. I bought a house. I've put down firmer roots than I ever thought I would in the city where I was born.

I miss my old life sometimes. The one where I was living in Vermont or Paris. I feel an almost constant hole in my heart for New Orleans. But I've made a decision, for better or for worse. I am home.