A reluctant use of the word "home"

A couple of weeks ago, I went back to Lynchburg, Virginia for friend from college's wedding. A long drive, yes, but what a good excuse to visit not only the people I love, but familiar places, too. Restauarants, shopping, oh the shopping!, different houses and apartments I called my own for various stints of time, the schools I went to, the school where I taught, all hold nostlagic, meaningful memories. Even a street name can be enough to conjure up memories, when you've live somewhere your entire life. This was my second visit to "the Burg" as it has been dubbed, in the two years that I've been gone. So, there I am, enjoying people and places I haven't seen in nearly a year, and what are the nagging thoughts at the back of my mind? my garden, my horse, my dog, my husband (not in that particular order per say) my house, my job. All the pieces of life that make it interesting. and that's when I realized, I will always love The Burg and the memories I have there, but for now, "The Sound" is feeling more and more like home.