Being far from home has never been something that I’ve enjoyed. I guess you could say I’m a “home body” being home to me isn’t just being at my house, it’s being in a place that I’m familiar with. Home is my little town of Asheboro, where I know my way around and where my place is. Home is the small parts of Asheboro where I grew up, where my grandparents live, and where I live. I’ve never really sat down and thought about what home means to me. I’ve just always taken for granted the fact that I have a place to call home with everyone who I love being in a close proximity. But my way of thinking is being changed. My perfect little world in Asheboro, NC has gotten pretty shaken up. You might say I’m being dramatic. But I’ve never claimed not to be. My boyfriend decided to move to greensboro, so he is about 59min ( according to my GPS) from me and my once perfect little corner of the world. Most people would probably laugh at the fact that I’m making such a HUGE deal over 59 minutes. But those minutes seem like an eternity when I’m having to drive alone and we all know my past of being terrified to even leave my home at one point in my life. ( that’s for another blog topic) so now I am perplexed. I’m struggling with wanting to be “an adult” and not worry about distance. But my heart says I need him close to me and my mental state says that’s just too far.