I just stopped commuting to a school that was ridiculously far away. I took the kids there for 4 years and was very happy to do it. But now that I've stopped? It's like "oooooh, THIS is what it feels like to stop hitting my foot with the hammer."
It's good on so many levels. Mostly, it's just good to be home. It's good to see people I know on the road when I drive Studley to school. It's good to stop for coffee and see friends. It's good to get behind a car with an "Eat More Kale" bumper sticker, even though I cannot choke down kale. It's what makes this part of Cape Cod, well, this part of Cape Cod. The sentiment, I mean. Not the kale.
It's good to work at a real office when the kids are in school, instead of hopping from wifi hotspot to wifi hotspot.
We moved here because we wanted to be HERE. We love life out beyond the Cape's elbow. Things are a little slower, a little scrappier, a little kale-ier. It's our home, and I for one have missed it.
Which is not to say that I haven't loved getting to know the Upper Cape (the part that's just this side of the canal) and the people there. Lucky for me, they all stand between me and Target, so we won't be separated forever.
A friend of mine just moved here from there. She's homesick. For her, it's not her neighbor pulling out of the lumber yard ahead of her. It's not her friend stopping in the middle of the road to ask Sugarplum how her first day of school was. It's not an art gallery filled with pre-Sugarplum nostalgia and bright, shiny memories. But it will be, given time.
This morning I took the scenic route to Studley's school. Driving along the ocean road, I rolled down the windows to smell salt air. This road will be practically deserted in a couple months, as the last summer people secure their shutters. With no tourists in my way, I could drive much faster. But I don't know why I would.
It's good to be home, and I don't really need to be anywhere else in a hurry.