Home just is.
As a kid, I grew up moving a lot. I wasn't a military brat nor did we move because of job relocation. We moved because rent was hard to take care of, and living was whittled down to simply taking care of the essentials.
But, that's a story for another day.
When my wife received orders for us to move to what we islanders consider the North Pole (it's just Colroado), it really didn't sink in that we'd be leaving our tropical home until much later. And I think I attribute that to growing up moving from place to place, from one apartment to the next, always searching for a new place to stay in.
Because home was where family was, and always is. The process of packing up was an afterthought.
Everyone asked how we felt about such a big move. It wasn't a big deal at all. And honestly, it didn't feel like we were leaving anything behind. Add to this the power of social media keeping us all connected in some way or another and I can honestly say we could probably be in Dubai right now and it won't feel any diffferent. (That's a lie I'd probably be roasting in the sun and purchasing pet leopards or something)
I have my beautiful wife. And I have my awesome and amazing 18-month-old daughter.
And wherever we go, home just is.
Aloha, Hawaii-nei. And aloha to all our ohana and hanai-ohana there. Until we meet again.