When I was in highschool I wanted nothing more than to go abroad and be cosmopolitan; and once I started college I did just that. It was all I could have hoped for and a lot more. It changed my life in almost every way.
It may have been because I met, no, started dating* the Boy, later to be the Spouse. Maybe it was because all of the moving was wearing me down. But I started longing for home. Not Belgium, not any specific place. A place to be, a way not to be so temporary, not so unsettled. It has takes that time to figure out how and where that home was going to be. Not an easy decision by any means.
So here I am. Not for the next thirty years, sure, but long enough to make it worth the trip to Ikea. Long enough to not have an expiry date.
Is it everything I hoped it would be? You bet.
*There was a long, long interval between when we met and when we started dating