Going home

going home

When I was planning my trip home to the East Coast for Christmas, I envisioned coming back seeming different somehow. More cultured maybe. Lively. Slightly tanned, better hair.

And, well, I indulged in that mindset a bit. I got a dramatic new haircut. I made a point of getting some color at the beach last week. You know, the important things in life.

But the more I thought about going home magically changed—at least on the inside—it dawned on me that maybe that was the wrong approach. True, I have changed in a lot of small yet significant ways. And I’ve learned so much in just a few short months—about myself, about the journalism field, about the City of Angels, and about what uprooting your life to start a new adventure with your boyfriend and pursue a dream looks like.

What I didn’t think about at first, though, was how everything back at home would be changing on me. Time didn’t stop the day I left Maryland. Things wouldn’t feel the way I remembered them from before. In many ways, home would be plenty different on its own without me making a conscious effort. Transforming as the result of personal growth and experience is a wonderful (and necessary) thing. Altering things about yourself to seem more interesting than you actually are? Not something I want to ever get caught up in.

What I don’t want to change? Goofing around with my sisters at a significantly decreased maturity level. That amazing spoiled feeling of being fed and pampered by your parents. Knowing no matter where else I choose to live, home base will be here for me when I need it.

It’ll be just a week of family time before I head back to L.A., and I intend to make the most of the whirlwind trip. John and I have a “Four Christmases” style visit ahead of us, so things may be a bit quiet around these parts (as they have been for the past week). But I’ll be checking in for an end-of-year post and spending the downtime I do have brainstorming what 2014 will be like for WTH. There will be changes, yes. But at its heart, still the same blog it’s always been.

In the meantime, if you’re celebrating, have a Merry Christmas. Make the most of it—you never know how things will change.

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  1. Safe travels! Enjoy your time at home!

  2. Love it – and you!

  3. Merry Christmas, Cassie!

  4. I’m sure in essence all the elements you’ve described will remain the same – your family may look a little different too and certain things may have changed locally (You’re from Baltimore right? I’m an hour away from there so it’s hit or miss when it comes to the parts you want to be in and not be in, lol) but the overall love and spirit will remain unchanged. 🙂 Enjoy your time at home Cassie! -Iva

  5. yeah.. atlanta feels very different too. it’s not as comfy as i remember it.. but i’ve probably changed too.

  6. I’ve had the same thought patterns before, though, so I completely understand the romanticist thinking behind it. But, you’re right–it would be weird to expect myself to be magically changed and have people look at me the way I expect them to because of it. Growing is a process, and it can take years to get to where we want to be as people. I commend your revelations! And I know exactly what you mean be significant decrease in maturity levels. I have two high school-aged cousins who have been like my sisters growing up, and it’s amazing how much my maturity level declines when I’m hanging out with them, lol. But they are infectious, and I wouldn’t have them be any other way. 🙂

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