Yesterday Chris and I drove down to old Gippsland for a family event. It's quite a lovely area (if you avoid the open mines in nearby Latrobe Valley and the desalination plant in Wonthaggi), and is a nice break from the constant rush of the city.
This morning we walked down the main street and popped into our favourite cafe for breakfast to celebrate our two and a half year anniversary. Is that even worth celebrating? I guess we just love an excuse to go out :)
Having breakfast at this spot was a little bit nostalgic for us - during our final year of school (and our first year of dating) we had numerous breakfast dates there, to the point we had favourite meals we constantly ordered! Today I tried out the new vego breakfast, resisting my old favourite of the local muesli.
On the walk back to Chris' parents, Chris asked me whether I missed our hometown. I guess this is something that has crossed my mind quite a few times since moving to Melbourne. But not something I have ever really put words to.
There are some aspects I miss - my family, the familiarity, and the spacious, green landscape.
But overall, I don't miss it. I don't feel like I belong in the town anymore. I feel like I have developed so much more as a person since moving to the city, starting university and gaining independence. Melbourne is my home now, it's where I am happy. And I am okay with that. It's where I want to be.
Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy returning to my hometown for a weekend visit, and it's nice to occasionally get away from the city. But I am happy where I am now. I've moved on from the little town in which I grew up. Part of me will always have a connection with the town, but for now, I am happy where I am.
My apologies for that train of thought, I just felt the need to express it in words!
Have you felt this when you moved from your hometown? Do you miss where you grew up?