For those who don’t follow me on Facebook, I had a family emergency that needed my immediate attention, also known as, I had to run home as quickly as possible. I wasn’t home for more than twelve hours when I received a phone call.
“I heard you were in town. Are you coming back?”
I’ve had not less than ten phone calls asking the same thing.
I guess that’s what happens when you hang out in St. SomeCatholicDude, which is one of the major trauma centers in the city and when you left Reallybigcity almost a year prior, your leaving was indicated by a phone call saying, “Oh? That party? Yeah, can’t make it, I’m moving to Godawfulsmallcity.” As someone said, “Seeing you is like seing a ghost.”
I didn’t think much of it until I slowly realized just how much I missed being here. The sights and sounds of ReallyBigCity, my home for twenty-some years brought back a flood of emotions and memories. I also got job offers…lots of job offers to do what I love; Paramedicine. Being on a wait-list for one of the few city jobs they have in GodAwfulSmallCity and playing Paramedic at ReallySmallCity EMS just isn’t cutting it the way I thought it would. Especially with the way EMS works there, I don’t get the same action that I got back here…
ReallySmallCity never felt like home. I always felt like it was missing something. I don’t think my heart was ever really in it, but I gave it my best shot, trying to fall in love with a place that never wanted me as a lover in the first place but went through the motions anyways. Each day, I felt more and more like a jilted lover too dumb to call it quits, thinking, tomorrow things will change. Tomorrow, my fairytale will come true. Yeah. Tomorrow never came.
Being home was the best thing that could ever happen to me.
It truly looks like in the next few weeks or months, I’ll be heading back home. Who knows what is going to happen then. I’ve been thinking a lot since I’ve been home about life, love, and everything in between. I have a lot of decisions to make.
All I know is, I’m glad to be home.