I’m just going to be honest.

I’m homesick. Well, to be even more honest, I’m always homesick. That’s because I am always going to be away from two groups of people that I love at any given moment.

You see, I am originally from Los Angeles, California. I moved to Indianapolis, Indiana with my mom when I was around 8 years old. You are probably wondering (or not, if you just assume that I am a stereotypical black child) where my dad is. Well, he lives in California with the rest of my Washington family. My mom’s family is all in Indianapolis.

A month after graduating from Indiana University, I moved to Houston, Texas for Teach for America. Although it was possibly the toughest 3 years of my life, I met some of the greatest human beings this world has to offer. I have so many best friends and awesome acquaintances in Houston, that my people down in the South have easily become my third family. Basically, if I took a trip down there, I would have some place to stay and tons of people to hang out with.

This past Friday, I moved back home to Indianapolis to live with my mom and little brother so I can get back on my two feet after my job loss (as well as get more experience in the education world with AmeriCorps).

Let me tell you, it was challenging. Words cannot describe how much Houston and its inhabitants mean to me. For real.

Also, I talked to my dad yesterday and almost cried. My dad told my niece when I was coming back. He told me that she was very excited.

“Daddy, don’t make me get on a plane right now!” — I said almost in tears.

I miss California and my folks out there (especially my four nieces and little cousins). Sometimes, I wonder why I chose to move out to Indiana instead of California. I’ve never lived with my family out there as a teenager or young adult for more than a month every summer. It’s hard, but Indiana is where the job is at.

I’ve learned over the years, that moving will ALWAYS be hard for me — no matter where I go. I’ve learned to let go. I’ve learned that in times of moving somewhere else, the very BEST thing I can do is to call, text, Skype, or Facetime the people I love in order to still keep close to them. I’ve learned to be okay with the fact that my wedding to my future husband will be some sort of a hassle because at least half of my family will have to travel to the location.

That’s why I want to be fair; both of my families will have the opportunity to travel for my destination wedding.

Ideally it’ll be in Tokyo, but I’ll settle for a place like Puerto Rico.

Right now, I’m homesick. I miss Houston. And I miss L.A. just as much.

But in all honesty, it’s a blessing in disguise to travel as much as I do.

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